To be pulled instead of having to pull. And – to have, if even for a moment, higher place.

We are all doomed to commit acts of cruelty or violence or evil; that is our destiny, due to ancient factors. Our karma.

‘It does not have wabi,’ Paul said, ‘nor could it ever. But –’ He touched the pin with his nail. ‘Robert, this object has wu.’

Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally. Waking up.

It’s an ingredient in us. In the world. Poured over us, filtering into our bodies, minds, hearts, into the pavement itself. Why? We’re blind moles. Creeping through the soil, feeling with our snouts. We know nothing. I perceived this … now I don’t know where to go. Screech with fear, only. Run away.

This is an interval, ein Augenblick. The cosmic process is hurrying on, crushing life back into the granite and methane; the wheel turns for all life. It is all temporary. And these – these madmen – respond to the granite, the dust, the longing of the inanimate; they want to aid Natur.

ascetic.

Back at last to seeing. Highest ranking of the senses: Greek scale of priority. He turned the silver triangle each and every way; he viewed it from every extra rem standpoint.

Emulation of more noxious aspects of adolescence, rather than the clearheaded pristine innocence of authentic childhood.