“Who will help us descend into our caverns?”
The Poetics of Reverie, pg 149.

“It is an honor to be the wind
It is happiness to be the stone”
Alain Bosquet, as quoted in The Poetics of Reverie, pg 165.

“Each new object, well considered opens up a new organ of perception within us.”
The Poetics of Reverie, pg 166.

“As we tune that instrument, it is also tuning us.”
Douglas Leedy as quoted in The Seventh Dragon, pg xiii.

Thought is such an obscure cavern, and so is sound – both intangible, invisible. With crayons we can color in one moment of thought in to the outline of the brain, and we can make sounds jump across the paper in to ragged lines, but neither thought nor sound have been captured.  They remain elusive, too expansive to grasp in sight – we can only hold these intangibles in memory and imagination. We are bathed in the sounds of life and lust and intention and accident and gratitude and fear and love that all carry us, when we allow every movement to reach out and touch us, to taste us.

As we taste the oyster it tastes us.
As we write music, it writes us.
As we examine objects and passions they open new ways of seeing the world.
– By deeply seeing them, we learn how they see us.
– By entering their being, We see Us.