There Is Still Time - In The

We Cannot Empty The Mind By Thinking. Only By Observation.

When You Abide In The I You're Abiding In The Ego. The I Is Really The Ego, The Small I. It Turns Into The Self Eventually.

A Lake That Is Noisy Cannot Reflect Anything

Whatever Power There Is In The Urban Pictures Is Bound To The Closeness With Which They Skirt Banality. For A Shot To Be Good — Suggestive Of More Than Just What It Is — It Has To Come Perilously Near Being Bad, Just A View Of Stuff.

How Can We Hope, After All, To See A Tree Or Rock Or Clear North Sky If We Do Not Adopt A Little Of Their Mode Of Life, A Little Of Their Time? If The Time It Takes To Cross Space Is A Way By Which We Define It, Then To Arrive At A View Of Space “in No Time” Is To Have Denied Its Reality