I aim to be translucent, so you don't notice the words, just their meaning. I haven't much insight into people's motivations.
If you look at the soap bubbles in the sink when you're doing dishes, you'll see the incredible diversity of shapes in there. There are cubes in there; there are decahedrons and tetrahedrons; there are odd, irregular shapes without names, you know.
When the mind loses its density, you become translucent, like the flower. Spirit - the formless - shines through you into the world.
When all things are equal, translucence in writing is more effective than transparency, just as glow is more revealing than glare.
That translucent alabaster of our memories.
I'm nearly see-through. Like a jellyfish.
Imagination is a very high sort of seeing, which does not come by study, but by the intellect being where and what it sees, by sharing the path, or circuits of things through forms, and so making them translucid to others.
They courted the face on the screen, the face of translucence, the face of wax on which men found it possible to imprint the image of their fantasy.
There’s nothing left of me. I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise. Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness? It has no resistance to sunlight.
