When man becomes fully conscious of his powers, his role, his destiny, he is an artist and he ceases his struggle with reality.

The world is a cancer eating itself away... I am think that when the great silence descends upon all and everywhere music will at last triumph. When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

Reality is not protected or defended by laws, proclamations, ukases, cannons and armadas. Reality is that which is sprouting all the time out of death and disintegration.

When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.