...So there is all this sorrow in the world. And there is also the personal sorrow. And without really understanding it very very deeply, without resolving it, passion won't come out of sorrow. And without passion, how can you see beauty? You can intellectually appreciate a painting, a poem or a statue but you need this great sense of inward bursting of passion, exploding of passion. That in itself creates the sensitivity which can see beauty. It is, I think, rather important to understand sorrow. I think they are related - beauty, passion, sorrow. But man has never stayed with a thing. There are one and a thousand escapes - whiskey, drugs, soulless sex, going off to attend the Mass, and so on, so on. Man has always sought comfort in a belief, in an action, in identification with something greater than himself, and so on, so on. He has never said, 'Look, I must see what this is. I must penetrate it, and not delegate it to someone else. I must go into it, I must face it, I must