I want to simultaneously exercise my craft and mind in collaboration with that of others which are foreign but exciting and ignite a raging curiosity in my growing, vitalizing human experience. How can I be otherwise?
The elastic product of this intention needs to be uninterrupted. The reality is that most of my friends are dead people who’s journals and diaries extend themselves to the spiritual survival of many who read with their minds, bodies and hearts.
Is not the intellectual life a vital form of spiritual survival? Does it not answer the most important question we must answer; that of morality?
We are products of our time and culture.