Notes To A Young Mystic   If you should see the grand design unfurl itself in a realm of light, & understand how we are angels, the earth divine, no moment mundane but infinitely magnificent & worthy of praise, be careful who you tell.   People covet their poverty of purpose, their notions of meaninglessness & their own insignificance.   Go live amongst we street bums, drunks & pavement shamans. The outcast understands how the saints & sons of comets must walk the margins of this comatose province.