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Sunday Mar 27 1939 Tonight as I was about to enter the house I was struck by the tremendous beauty of the sky - stars, cloud, and deep sky. It was new, and being new, a new world! And this is the thought - that nature is forever new - beauty is borne the moment it is beheld. I need never say - stars are beautiful, using "stars" as a preconceived concept - for the word stars means nothing at all as an acquired concept to be used at will to designate that which has been known or understood; for nothing is understood; There is no knowledge that holds true beyond the moment to which it is applied. We can not truly think or understand with words and terms as the factors in the process of thinking. Words and terms are deadly - they stop too many thoughts and understandings. "Those [[strikethrough]] sto [[/strikethrough]] stars" one says, and immediately the stars are killed in the saying of the word; for entities are not entities in themselves, but relative conditions. And thus, to me, the world is ever new, ever changing, for I perceive without words, without concepts, without the heritage of language, but only with that heritage of man that permits wonder at every glance. I am free; I can never know [[strikethrough]] have [[/strikethrough]] the comfort of objective understanding - that is the price exacted of he who walks in the world of wonderful, beautiful chaos.