One page of a larger essay, or a really thoughtful letter:
do we excite ourselves into life. As nature renews after winter so does beauty after death. Ah, but we can never catch beauty... it is a flighty bird as portrayed in the parable "Susannah and The Elders."
Finally, the artist moves in the only direction possible, into the self. The body is a decrepit hulk that forces us to retreat into the mind. The physical world exists only as a necessary postulate of the mind. The mind and body and distinct and their
Found in "The Hotel New Hampshire" by John Irving. Published by Pocket Books, 1981.