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“I feel that I have gone from living my life … into an attempt to survive it … or even hide from it.” — an a i

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“Imagine all the music you’ve ever heard … as a single object. A sphere, perhaps. With many branches in it. The tip of any branch, at the edge of the sphere, is the musical experience you had. Some ‘songs’ you’ve heard many times....

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Some Epiganies IV Then the Angel took me to a perspective from which all battlefields can be seen at once, in such a fashion that the strands of their origins were emotionally and intellectually apparent to my perception. “Do you understand, now?” asked...

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Epigany II I observe a small girl. Her dolls observe me. All around us there are circles. Would you get a way, a way away from the edges of dire shadows? Someone asks me this, but I only have one leg. It’s made of books, actually. I like to sell books to frogs,...

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“I feel that the intelligences that orient my creative arts are sleeping, or absent, or were somehow evicted from our natural intimacies that have so long pervaded over the mundane, the trivial, and the malignant. But, this morning, when I awoke from a dream,...