(...) You cruel creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop.

He laughed to free his mind from his minds bondage.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.

- Se på havet. Hva bryr vel det seg om krenkelser? Buck Mulligan

Be on the side of the angels. Be a prism. You have that something within, the higher self.

Formless spiritual. Father, Word and Holy Breath. Allfather, the heavenly man. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the beautiful, the Logos who suffers in us at every moment. This verily is that. I am the fire upon the alter. I am the sacrificial butter.

Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very peripatetic.

I am, a stride at a time