Imagination does not destroy reality, it puts it to your own use. Heaven is found in the whispers of heavenly labials among a world of gutturals, says James. There is a transition to Auroras of Autumn just as important as the last hiatus. All of the wonderful recognitions of Ideas of Order are made over and over again. Every time you have an epiphany you can expect another one in a week or so. Stevens' demonstrations of reconciliations have been thrown away, and he has to start over again.
What is your candle to that of the northern lights? If you think you've got something great you should take a look outside and see what is around you.
Hopefully this is the video James was talking about – if you're not reading Harold Bloom, watch this! If you are, sure, watch it anyway. We won't tell.
We are going to suffer until we get everything figured out, that is, until we die.
Fun fact. The first time that The Rite of Spring was played, it sent the audience into a riot. Oh, and 50,000 words should be around 150 (paperback) pages.
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