Let Us Not Mince Words: The Marvelous

The Eye Is Not Open When It Is Limited To The Passive Role Of A Mirror... If It Has Only The Capacity To Reflect.

The Important Thing Is That Man Is Lost In Time, In The Moment That Immediately Precedes Him - Which Only Attests, By Reflection, To The Fact That He Is Lost In The Moment That Follows

A Game: Say Something. Close Your Eyes And Say Something. Anything, A Number, A Name. Like This (she Closes Her Eyes): Two, Two What? Two Women. What Do They Look Like? Wearing Black. Where Are They? In A Park. . . . And Then, What Are They Doing? Try It, It's So Easy, Why Don't You Want To Play? You Know, That's How I Talk To Myself When I'm Alone, I Tell Myself All Kinds Of Stories. And Not Only Silly Stories: Actually, I Live This Way Altogether.

To Reduce The Imagination To A State Of Slavery --even Though It Would Mean The Elimination Of What Is Commonly Called Happiness --is To Betray All Sense Of Absolute Justice Within Oneself. Imagination Alone Offers Me Some Intimation Of What Can Be.

The Imaginary Is What Tends To Become Real.