Scott Waters:artist

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“To gain immortality, or at least posterity, you lose, or at least ruin, your actual daily life”

The highway is alive tonight, but nobody's kidding nobody about where it goes.

When I die I don’t want no part of heaven, I would not do heaven’s work well.

In the space between the heavens, and some far off field, I had a dream

Ch. V The Hermit Life. I am the solitary life that forms all things and by which all things receive that life without which there is no life

No system can explain itself

I had me a vision, I was a fireman, in a time of fires, and I was paralyzed.

All travellers to wild places will have felt some version of this, a brief blazing perception of the world’s disinterest. In small measure it exhilarates. But in full form it annihilates.

This special silence that was concerned with all of the world

Every representation was an idol. Every likeness a heresy. In their images they had thought to find some small immortality but their oblivion cannot be appeased.

Hermits should so ruthlessly uproot the vice of rambling that even within the cell they should prefer to stay invariably in the same spot at the same occupation

“How do you plan to spend the resurrection?” he said, as though asking about a long weekend coming up.

They don't do that anymore. Things changed, you see. They don't sleep anymore on the beach

He had cemented one of those English friendships which begin by avoiding intimacies and eventually eliminate speech all together

40,000 stars in the evening Look at them fall from the sky

What appears in the night is the night that appears

It takes minute detail It takes a holy life It takes emotions It takes dedication

In forsaking the ability to change, they diminish their capacity for hope, (Kathleen Norris

The art of living resembles wrestling more than dancing, inasmuch as it stands prepared and unshaken to meet what comes and what it did not foresee

I had come to believe that hand a wrathful one and I thought that men had not inquired sufficiently into miracles of destruction

Do not wander without a purpose, but in all your impulses render what is just

It is only since God died that the destiny of the world has become our responsibility

They sing backwards, in human voices. Satan. You gotta live for Satan. Master Satan. The message that they have altogether, that they wanted you to hear, in subliminal way, or in reverse, is this

All creatures relate to god by relating to other creatures

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