For Me, The Single Word "god" Suggests

I Could Spend My Whole Life Prying Loose The Secrets Of The Insane. These People Are Honest To A Fault, And Their Naivety Has No Peer But My Own.

Perhaps I Am Doomed To Retrace My Steps Under The Illusion That I Am Exploring, Doomed To Try And Learn What I Should Simply Recognize, Learning A Mere Fraction Of What I Have Forgotten.

At The Outset, It Is Only Liking, Not Understanding, That Matters. Gaps In Understanding ... Are Not Only Important, They Are Perhaps Even Welcome, Like Clearings In The Woods, The Better To Allow The Heart's Rays To Stream Out Without Obstacle. The Unlit Shadows Should Remain Obscure, Which Is The Very Condition Of Enchantment.

Let Us Not Mince Words: The Marvelous Is Always Beautiful, Anything Marvelous Is Beautiful, In Fact Only The Marvelous Is Beautiful.

Nothing That Surrounds Us Is Object, All Is Subject.