Hamm: We're Not Beginning To... To... Mean

That Passed The Time. It Would Have Passed In Any Case. Yes, But Not So Rapidly.

I, Of Whom I Know Nothing, I Know My Eyes Are Open, Because Of The Tears That Pour From Them Unceasingly.

The Time-state Of Attainment Eliminates So Accurately The Time-state Of Aspiration, That The Actual Seems The Inevitable, And, All Conscious Intellectual Effort To Reconstitute The Invisible And Unthinkable As A Reality Being Fruitless, We Are Incapable Of Appreciating Our Joy By Comparing It With Our Sorrow.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Shape Of The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

We All Are Born Mad. Some Remain So.