At the very beginning of my conscious life, in my efforts to obtain and grasp the solidity to which my innate demand for plentitude impelled me, I tried above all to the capture the essence of matter by looking for it in it’s most closely defined and concentrated and heaviest forms. Then it was that my newly born attraction to the world of rocks began to produce the beginning of what was to be a permanent broadening of the foundations of my interior life. The truth is I’ve never been able to feel at home, even at the peak of my spiritual trajectory, unless immersed in an ocean of matter.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.