Passion gives me moments of wholeness - Anaïs Nin

When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.

At first I protested and rebelled against poetry. I was about to deny my poetic worlds. I was doing violence to my illusions with analysis, science, and learning Henry’s language, entering Henry’s world. I wanted to destroy by violence and animalism my tenuous fantasies and illusions and my hypersensitivity. A kind of suicide. The ignominy awakened me. Then June came and answered the cravings of my imagination and saved me. Or perhaps she killed me, for now I am started on a course of madness.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons.