To reduce the imagination to a state of slavery even though it would mean the elimination of what is commonly called happiness is to betray all sense of absolute justice within oneself. Imagination alone offers me some intimation of what can be.

To speak of God, to think of God, is in every respect to show what one is made of. I have always wagered against God and I regard the little that I have won in this world as simply the outcome of this bet. However paltry may have been the stake (my life) I am conscious of having won to the full. Everything that is doddering, squint eyed, vile, polluted and grotesque is summoned up for me in that one word: God!

No rules exist, and examples are simply life savers answering the appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.