aphorisms

 Immediate reality exists only in the imagination

The imagination is a moth always approaching a flame

Words are Wings

ambiguity is the better part of a butterfly

true escape exists in seeking truth

true alienation is the greater part of self-realization

we are all aliens in common, all to common in our alienation

the mechanics of poetry is the carapace of the living skeleton

reason is the failure of the intelligence to come to joy on its own terms

the only true revolution is a revelation

memory is the failure of invention

invention discloses, discovery illumines

solutions worry about their problems

if hope springs eternal, and is so endless, then there is nothing but despair

if springs are for wading into, hope is for swimming

madness is a kind of freedom

art exists if it redirects by its principle or force

enlightenment is always cause for alarm

love is an epidemic of fine proportions

if i blink so blinks the world

introspection exists because man is separated from his body, 
long enough for a readjustment to take place

if we were to risk taking the mask off the invisible we would arrive 
at the nearly seeable real

silence, after a while, usually takes the shape of an instrument

the greatest success of man is his mystery

history is the accumulation of ignorance
He has left his signature over the world
but not yet finished his deed

things are always the same, only slightly faster

for the very aged, stoplights are symbols

language is a barrier which poetry overcomes