Friday, 26 September 2014

The Saga of Amethyst Poetry / Part Six: A New Awakening

     In no way aspiring to be instrumental, perhaps it might be true, that without pushing the limits, without crazy-seeming innovation and experiment, people, and literature, and all forms of art would stagnate . . . and without knowing it   . . . because you can’t know something without something to know it by. So maybe we ought not to resent or resist those things which we cannot understand – even though fearing the unknown is a natural human instinct – but rather brave the intangible, plunge into its dark and delight in it; and increase within the wherewithal to know it by. Else, what will we gain from sticking to our own pride’s right to comprehend everything before we approve of it? We will gain only dimming pools of reluctant water, and perpetually paralyze our powers of perception. But anyone who has once learned to surrender their impressions finds a new world forming there, where they let go, and an eager surge of lively water, rising in a new awakening.  

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