What a gulf between impression and expression! That’s our ironic fate-to have Shakespearean feelings and (unless by some billion-to-one chance we happen to be Shakespeare) to talk about them like automobile salesmen or teen-agers or college professors. We practice alchemy in reverse-touch gold and it turns into lead; touch the pure lyrics of experience, and they turn into the verbal equivalents of tripe and hogwash.

The greatest thing about our times is that you don’t need permission to express yourself the way you wish. Sometimes people tell themselves they can’t do it, because they’re missing this or that, but historically, specialization is a recent convention. Most of us are born natural polymaths.

It is clear we exist in an abundant living Universe that knows no restriction-only the impulse to eternally expand with no limits or boundaries, perpetually becoming more of what it is and can ever be-star-stuff . . . Life, pushing out by creating light and matter from within itself, shaping and giving form to itself, exquisitely clothing itself in an infinite and unique number of ways.

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