The passage and the change; the passage and the change. Nothing will be the same at the end
of the passage and the change.
Vision is a powerful and liquid thing and cleans all before it.
How come a poet, a despised man if ever there was one, a man who despises well when the
situation calls for it, who despises what so many hold dear, and who is hated the more his
despising is known, produces such beauty?
In America one listens to many but knows only a very few.
It is a joy, sometimes, to see the disintegration of political ideas.
On one level there are momentous things being done in the public realm. On another the new
communication system is gathering steam. Thousands and millions of discrete stories unfold
through the old systems carrying new eyes.
We look out into the deepest spaces and still find God. We understand the deepest spaces with
mathematics, experimentation, instrumentation, legacies of knowledge but, in the end, it will
lead to God and God will move ever so slightly back at the brink of knowing Him.
Nihilism appears a mighty force and prepares to conquer everything in its path. But in the end
the nihilist whimpers before the mystery of life and death and vanishes without a trace.
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