We don&#39;t want other people poking into our artistic pie.

And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp.

It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death.

They become the keepers of the mystery. They place themselves between the communicants of the religion, and the immediate experience. And then they dictate the terms on which you can have contact with this wonderful mystery. We don&#39;t dictate those terms.

Written By Larry Harvey

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