Listen

Take a look round, then, and see that none of the uninitiated are listening. Now by the uninitiated I mean: the people who believe in nothing but what they can grasp in their hands, and who will not allow that action or generation or anything invisible can have real existence.

I know perfectly well that at this moment the whole universe is listening to us, and that every word we say echoes to the remotest star.

All artists dream of a silence which they must enter, as some creatures return to the sea to spawn.

Let us be silent that we may hear the whispers of the gods.

Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.