“Sometimes one journeyis the beginning of a hundred journeyseach journey irreversibleleading to other little journeyseach journey entailing a hundred possibilitiesa hundred departures.No journey is understood in all its aspects.”

Love, listen - we exist to surpass ourselves,To break the boundaries of our cells, to cancel -to transcend! Nothing in nature tells usWho we are. Consider the music of the spheres -Random blips, distant howls, inhuman blurs.Planets collide… Huge stars explode…Black holes devour matter… Quasars implode.Nature’s a terrorist who enters fast. She decreesThe law of entropy to every part,Scrubs clean the archives of the brain, with no heart,For no purpose, for no God, for no justifying art - Blots out memory, annuls the past.So who are we in all of this? Small, dazzlingJewels of consciousness - against the dark.