Genius Is The Error In The System.

A Line Comes Into Being. It Goes Out For A Walk, So To Speak, Aimlessly For The Sake Of The Walk.

Becoming Is Superior To Being.

My Hand Has Become The Obedient Instrument Of A Remote Will.

My Hand Is Entirely The Implement Of A Distant Sphere. It Is Not My Head That Functions But Something Else, Something Higher, Something Somewhere Remote. I Must Have Great Friends There, Dark As Well As Bright. They Are All Very Kind To Me.

There Is No Substitute For Intuition.