lecture twelve:

"When one has expanded his consciousness, one’s thoughts enter the paraverbal. Then to communicate with others who have not yet crossed the bar requires parable, metaphor, satire, or nonsense. Indirection is then seen as guidance."

Arises again the question of originality; my question, though, is as follows: what if the grinding of the stars is the phenomenological moment? What if in dimly perceiving ethereal wheels is the source of all creation, if the sparks from the vessels are the momentary flashes of inspiration that allow us to breathe in the sound and perceive it in a way that the senses we have trained cannot? Is madness as fleeting as sanity? As creativity? What if, in reading and perceiving such moments, the spark is rereleased and is free to return to its vessel, to add its part in healing the world ever so infinitesimally? Perhaps this is why “literature is inexhaustible”; because it exhumes, rather than exhausts, exhales to make room for clean, fresh air...