wendy: an overdose of the city erodes a man’s soul divine postman!

divine postman: if buildings fell wendy at least we would be in matrimony.

wendy: all men would be in harmony with nature’s laws and there would be no need for great struggles.

divine postman: when we are always hopping in and out of cars, and running into airconditioned buildings our behaviour will be mechanical.

wendy: is it so bad then my friend, that in our age man makes no room for expression?

divine postman: how does the poet live in the midst of so much noise? the mass of man wendy live according to what they see and do not have faith in what they feel.

wendy: let our lives centre around our art divine postman. every art has an interest, for which the art has to consider and provide.

divine postman: and the interest of every art is the perfection of it. the perfection of the art is the perfection of the individual.

wendy: perhaps man can see himself through the eyes of the mona lisa. or maybe through the eyes of the sistine chapel or the school of athens.

divine postman: and come to learn that without hurry and without rest, the human spirit goes forth constantly expressing its thought.

wendy: the poet who is called by love to be the messenger must pursue freedom. and cast off all chains imposed upon him by the folly of his parents.

divine postman: he must trust in his natural genius; as he sets himself free so will he set many others on archangel wings.

wendy: let him abandon all that is matter and all riches in the spirit will be his to behold.

we can only begin to make art friend when the hand is one with the spirit. we are all poets, writers, painters, photographers and travelers.

divine postman: if only we can have the patience to allow nature to teach us. she moves all men with her invisible hand and charms us with her infinite variety.

let the poet have faith in his craft and dwell in mountains of solitude, translating that which the sea and the bleeting sheep whisper to him.

wendy: the soul can only create from a pure place when it is free.

divine postman: we must uphold our given lot by athena, through unwearyimg patience and faith.

wendy: what i feel divine postman every woman feels. thus i must chant the feeling in my heart, as the cock crows loud in the morning to welcome a new dawn.

divine postman: it is phenomenal my friend how these humble creatures know the glory of the sun.

wendy: does it not say divine postman that for man to inherit the ends of the earth, he is to live simply?

divine postman: wisdom dwells in the mind and the heart that is simple. the poet is the prophet of the sun, he makes known the end before the beginning.

wendy: he is the golden star, shepherding the night to the break of dawn.

divine postman: let all men make their bed on the ground to hear of things to come.

wendy: the earth is a messenger, and the fire that burns below will kindle a man’s heart.

on my right hand divine postman i hold the sun and on my left hand i hold the moon.

divine postman: mighty orion is my guardian teaching me to always have confidence in history.

there is a relation wendy between the hours of our life and the centuries of time.

wendy: if the whole of history is in one man, it is all to be explained from individual experience.