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The Good Was Not A Form Of Reality. It Was Reality Itself, Ever-changing, Ultimately Unknowable In Any Kind Of Fixed, Rigid Way.

For Me, A Writer Should Be More Like A Lighthouse Keeper, Just Out There By Himself. He Shouldn't Get His Ideas From Other People All Around Him.

Coastal People Never Really Know What The Ocean Symbolizes To Landlocked Inland People--what A Great Distant Dream It Is, Present But Unseen In The Deepest Level Of Subconsciousness, And When They Arrive At The Ocean And The Conscious Images Are Compared With The Subconscious Dream There Is A Sense Of Defeat At Having Come So Far To Be Stopped By A Mystery That Can Never Be Fathomed. The Source Of It All.

That Which Destroys The Old Mythos Becomes The New Mythos.

Any Person Of Any Philosophic Persuasion Who Sits On A Hot Stove Will Verify Without Any Intellectual Argument Whatsoever That He Is In An Undeniably Low-quality Situation: That The Value Of His Predicament Is Negative. This Low Quality Is Not Just A Vague, Woolly-headed, Crypto-religious, Metaphysical Abstraction. It Is An Experience. It Is Not A Judgment About An Experience. It Is Not A Description Of Experience. The Value Itself Is An Experience. As Such It Is Completely Predictable. It Is Verifiable By Anyone Who Cares To Do So.