The Terms In Which I Think Of Reality

Reality is a question of realizing how real the world is already.   Time is Eternity, ultimate and immovable; everyone's an angel.   It's Heaven's mystery of changing perfection : absolute Eternity   changes!

Cars are always going down the street, lamps go off and on.   It's a great flat plain; we can see everything on top of a table.   Clams open on the table, lambs are eaten by worms on the plain.

The motion   of change is beautiful, as well as form called in and out of being.     Next : to distinguish process in its particularity with an eye to the initiation   of gratifying new changes desired in the real world.

Here we're overwhelmed   with such unpleasant detail we dream again of Heaven.

For the world is a mountain   of shit : if it's going to be moved at all, it's got to be taken by handfuls.     Man lives like the unhappy whore on River Street who in her Eternity gets only   a couple of bucks and a lot of snide remarks in return for seeking physical love   the best way she knows how, never really heard of a glad job or joyous marriage or   a difference in the heart : or thinks it isn't for her, which is her worst misery.