To write a novel is to embark on a quest that is very romantic. People have visions, and the next step is to execute them. That's a very romantic project. Like Edvard Munch's strange dreamlike canvases where people are stylized, like 'The Scream.' Munch must have had that vision in a dream, he never saw it.

Human conditions are merely a part of the illusory, dreamlike nature of our body/mind/personality's functioning. Meditation renders those conditions powerless. If only for a moment. If those moments come more and more frequently, the conditions become less and less powerful.

"Our reality is getting funnier and funnier, comical nightmare of black humor, and funny and scary, shock humor. The comical, dreamlike paradoxes of egoism are becoming more and more.

I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe--but just as irrational as sympathetic magic when looked at in a typically scientific way. I wouldn't be surprised if poetry--poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs--is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song.

The buildings that I build very often have a dreamlike reality. I don't mean by that they have a fantasy quality at all in fact quite the reverse. They contain in some degree the ingredients that give dreams their power... stuff that's very close to us.