Let me feel the mud and the
heavens in my lotus. Let me feel the heavy, silting, sucking mud, the spinning
of sky winds… Give me nothing fixed, set, static. Don’t give me the infinite or
the eternal… Give me the still, white seething, the incandescence and the
coldness of the incarnate moment: the moment, the quick of all change and haste
and opposition: the moment, the immediate, the present, the Now.– DH Lawrence
