I cannot be grasped in the here and now.
For my dwelling place is as much among the daed as the yet unborn.
Slightly closer to the heart of creation than usual,
but still not close enaugh.Do I radiate warmth?Coolness?There is no talk of such things
when you get beyond white heat.The further away I am, the more pious I am.
Here and now I sometimes delight in the misfortunes of others there are shades of diffrence for the one cause.
the clerics are just not pious enough to see it.
and the scribes they take just a tiny bit of offence.
These words by Paul klee briefly characterize the artist and be man- as he wanted to be seen.
they could almost be called his manifesto.
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