“There is a moon shaped rictus in the streetlamp's globe where a stone has gone and from this aperture there drifts down through the constant helix of aspiring insects a faint and steady rain of the same forms burnt and lifeless.”
“Everything is important. To the smallest insect, even the mouldering tree, the deepest stone in the drift.”
“But the constant motion of the flames soon lulled him into a passive state where unrelated fragments of thoughts, sounds, images, and emotions drifted through him like snowflakes falling from a calm winter's sky.”
“My storehouse having been burnt down, nothing obstructs my view of the bright moon.”
“The rain has stopped, the clouds have drifted away,and the weather is clear again. If your heart is pure, then all things in your world are pure... Then the moon and flowers will guide you along the Way”
“Everything has shape, if you look for it. There is no escape from form.”