Become silent. In your silence, all questions will disappear. And the dance will begin, whatever the figure. Because as far as your inner being is concerned, it has no figure; it is just a luminous flame which can dance. It has been eternally there, repressed by you. You are the greatest enemy of yourself. My effort is to turn you into the greatest friend of yourself.
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the Shoulder of Orion. I watched C-Beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Time to die.
I realized the moment I fell into the fissure that the book would not be destroyed as I had planned. It continued falling in to that starry expanse, of which I had only a fleeting glimpse. I have tried to speculate where it might have landed. I must admit, however, such conjecture is futile. Still, the question of about whose hands might one day hold the book are unsettling to me. I know my apprehensions might never be allayed. And so I close, realizing that perhaps, the ending has not yet been written.
If you want breakfast in bed, sleep in the kitchen
