Forget this moment and grow into the next. That is the only way.… So the point on each moment is to forget the point and extend your practice.— S. Suzuki (2002, 18)
So why, pray, sign anything as long as every word, letter, penstroke, paperspace is a perfect signature of its own?— Finnegans Wake, 115
Leave the letter that never begins to go, find the latter that ever comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of solitude, sealed at night.— The Restored Finnegans Wake, 260
— Dream. On a nonday I sleep. I dreamt of a somday. On a wonday I shall wake.— The Restored Finnegans Wake, 373
— As you sing it it’s a study. That letter selfpenned to one’s other, that neverperfect everplanned!
— This nonday diary, this allnights newseryreel.— The Restored Finnegans Wake, 380
Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.— Leonard Cohen, ‘Anthem’