Curses Of Vanished Elders Echoed Down On

This Suffering, This Unspeakable Capacity To Bleed And To Know Pain And To Know Annihilation, Is What Has To Be Overcome In This World If Anyone Is To Reach God.

I Was Obsessed With Religious Questions, The Basics: Why Are We Here? Why Is The World So Beautiful?

Something In Me Was Responding Now As The Audience Responded, Not In Fear, But In Some Human Way, To The Magic Of That Fragile Painted Set, The Mystery Of The Lighted World There.

An Intoxication With Forbidden Knowledge In Which The Natural Things Become Unimportant.

Why Does Shame And Self-loathing Become Cruelty To The Innocent ?