One day. One day, maybe soon. One day I’ll pull up the anchor that keeps my ship far from the high seas. With that kind of courage one needs to have in order to be nothing and nothing but nothing, I will let go of everything that had seemed to be so indissolubly close to me. I’ll cut it off, I’ll overturn it, I’ll smash it, I’ll make it collapse. ... Annihilated in my haughtiness, my esteem, lost in a far away place (or not even), with no name, no identity. A CLOWN, tearing down in roaring laughter, guffaws, and grotesqueness the sense of my own importance that I had in spite of my seeing myself in such a clear light; I will take the plunge, with no stipend, into the underlying Infinity-mind open to all, and myself open to a new and incredible dewdrop because of my being null and blank, and laughable... -excerpt from Henri Michaux, Paintings