An incredible statement from the occasionally phenomenally lucid Henry Miller (From Waking Up and Down in China), written in the 1920’s
I believe that only a dreamer who has fear neither of life nor death will discover this infinitesimal iota of force which will hurtle the cosmos into whack — instantaneously. Not for one moment do I believe in the slow and painful, the glorious and logical, ingloriously illogical evolution of things. I believe that the whole world — not the earth alone and the beings which compose it, nor the universe whose elements we have charted, including the island universes beyond our sight and instruments — but the whole world, known and unknown, is out of kilter, screaming in pain and madness.
I believe that if tomorrow the means were discovered whereby we might fly to the most remote star, to one of those worlds whose light according to our weird calculus will not reach us until our earth itself be extinguished, I believe that if tomorrow we were transported there in a time which has not yet begun we would find an identical horror, an identical misery, an identical insanity. I believe that if we are so attuned to the rhythm of the stars about us as to escape the miracle of collision that we are also attuned to the fate which is being worked out simultaneously here, there, beyond and everywhere, and that there will be no escape from this universal fate unless simultaneously here there, beyond and everywhere each and every one, man, beast, plant, mineral, rock, river, tree and mountain wills it.