The Pearl

Time is a vandal

entering the clam of the heart as though a grain of sand. It is our long irritation with it

that slowly forms the pearl of invention.

The sensation of Time is an irritant which spurs the endeavors of man to an extension of the self — encompassing it with Spatial transformations.

Emerging from the shell of now the arrival of the future crests upon the wave of this incursion... And if its shore I now could reach / I'd be a joyful jeweler.