by God and for God—and until you understand

The truly great writer does not want to write: he wants the world to be a place in which he can life the life of the imagination. The first quivering word he puts to paper is the word of the wounded angel: pain.

If Imagined all thing as Liquids. Then, Life and Soul are two immiscible Liquids, because they always get different opinions for you. But from my choice, I like to listen to my Soul, not Life(Others).

Perhaps it was the fact of having no father that pushed him along the road toward the discovery of the self, which is the final process of identification with the world and the realization consequently of the uselessness of ties.

Written By Henry Miller

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