Taking a close look at what's around is, there is some sort of a harmony. It's the harmony of overwhelming and collective murder.
And we in comparison to the articulate vileness and baseness and obscenity of all this jungle, we in comparison to that enormous articulation, we only sound and look like badly pronounced and half-finished sentences out of a stupid, suburban novel. A cheap novel.
And we have to become humble in front of this overwhelming misery and overwhelming fornication. Overwhelming growth and overwhelming lack of order. Even the stars up here in the sky look like a mess. There is no harmony in the universe. We have to get acquainted to this idea that there is no real harmony as we have conceived it.
But when I say this I say it all full of admiration for the jungle. It is not that I hate it – I love it. I love it very much. But I love it against my better judgment.