Nothing is secure but life, transition, the energizing spirit.
The god or hero of the sculptor is always represented in a transition from that which is representable to the senses, to that which is not.
The preamble of thought, the transition through which it passes from the unconscious to the conscious, is action. Only so much do I know, as I have lived. Instantly we know whose words are loaded with life, and whose not.
Beauty is the moment of transition, as if the form were just ready to flow into other forms.
Everything teaches transition, transference, metamorphosis: therein is human power, in transference, not in creation; & therein is human destiny, not in longevity but in removal. We dive & reappear in new places.
Power resides in the moment of transition from a past to a new state.