glide past fragmentarily. no longer graspable as a whole, but completely clear and transparent. getting inside, being inside and having achieved unity we experience everything in a state of transformation. that which is over there becomes that which is here. destroying giving birth. as we experience the anguish of freedom, we can see expansion as the last shore. what more can happen to us than to explode into another cosmos. what interest can it be to us if music lives on as music. nothing interests us more than carrying out what we feel, even if it means losing every thing we know. we will defend the creative act even if we have to reach for an axe or a flame-thrower. nothing embarrasses us more than stagnation. what we want is fire and passion. we must display more courage than anyone has ever done before. in ingratitude towards tradition lies our beauty, in the demoniac our sensibility, in anger our kindness. we can no longer possess, we have become possessed. driven to the edge of despair we attempt the extraordinary. wonderful hatred. we can't wait, we will do it now. our patience is at an end, our dreams are restless, our humour is hard-boiled, our lies dried up, our juice runs down the legs. we stand in the hall of mirrors - one scream, one blow and a hundred pictures come tumbling down. we act. when we die, the world dies.