“There will be more calamities, more death, more despair. Not the slightest indication of a change anywhere. The cancer of our time is eating us away. Our heroes have killed themselves, or are killing themselves. ”
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous, unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.
There is something else to be said about this immediate, spontaneous way of working, and that is this: in such moments, one is playing at the game of creation
“He’s like a hero come back from the war, a poor maimed bastard living out the reality of his dreams. Wherever he sits himself the chair collapses; whatever door he enters the room is empty: whatever he puts in his mouth leaves a bad taste. Everything is just the same as it was before; the elements are unchanged, the dream is no different than the reality. Only, between the time he went to sleep and the time he woke up, his body was stolen.”
J. Irwin Miller