"This long, vibrantile carpet that had something in common with a discharge of electricity, sparks branching out,

and that also resembled magnetic tracings, this indefinable quivering, burning, seething, like spasms for nerves,

this tree with delicate branches, or with what could just as well have been outpourings along its sides,

this tempestuous, contractile fluid, shaken up and frothing, ready to bubble forth but held back

elastically and prevented from overlowing by a kind of surface tension, this nervous projection screen,

even more mysterious than the visions that alighted there, I do not know, nor will I ever know, how to speak of it fittingly.

Nothing like it is known.

No one, so far as I know, has ever heard of anything that approaches it.

But who can say that by virtue of some new action upon the regions of the mind,

it will not one day be visible to almost anyone who wants to see it, and then

that which I have drawn, singular till now, will be recognized."

Henri Michaux