You dig in the ground because you want to see.

Find mystery, excitement, danger in even the smallest things. Conjure spirit and invest spirit with faith in spirit.

Texts that attract me the most are those resisting comprehension.

HUMANISM = NIHILISM

You dig in the ground because this starts the long path to virtue.

forsaken by being and abandoned to egotism

The saddest thing, for me, is watching friends, students, teachers even, missing their chance – admittedly the slimmest of chances – to blossom into spirit, and instead slowly but inexorably becoming a product of their conditioning. And all for want of faith in imagination.

the steward of stillness

One thing after another. That's progress, but only if you deal with each thing as it crops up. Ignore or brush off, and not only will progress be hindered but those things will come back to haunt you later.

approach things with slowness and patience

move as often as possible, huff and puff sometimes

Keep your word. Keep God's word. It's not written in a book, it's deep inside. It needs uncovering. This is destiny. For each and all.

Each of us an infinitesimal.

Searching for the zone – that place we've all experienced where we effortlessly reach beyond ourselves because we've somehow connected to a mysterious power. Great performers (artists, athletes) seemingly get there at will, albeit with a little chemical assistance.

Without noticing it, all mankind suddenly left reality.

The most valuable experiences are the belittling ones – the ones that make us feel small – not the ones that confirm our magnificence.