I wonder whether Art has a higher function than to make me feel, appreciate, and enjoy natural objects for their art value?
As I got warmed up, and felt perfectly at home in talk, I heard myself boasting, lying, exaggerating. Oh, not deliberately, far from it. It would be unconvivial and dull to stop and arrest the flow of talk, and speak only after carefully considering whether I was telling the truth.
We define genius as the capacity for productive reaction against one's training.
A complete life may be one ending in so full identification with the non-self that there is no self to die.
From childhood on I have had the dream of life lived as a sacrament... the dream implied taking life ritually as something holy.
