On the outside is the rational mind, 
the boyish smile, the tall, neat Arayan look,
the silvery San Francisco light. 
But beneath the streets of Fisherman's Wharf 
lie hidden the labyrinths of the artist, 
the caverns of Poe and Doestoevsky.

You, Satty, had the courage to dwell in the dark. 
Who of us can withstand the pressure of the depths, 
and the everyday journey between the alive, torrential darkness 
and the linear, robot life of the sunlit world?
             
You fell from that ladder upon which the angel
in us traverses the inner worlds
and matter and spirit constantly wrestle.
You are still climbing upon the spiritual ladder
while your body, my friend sprawled at its foot.

Now. finally, you approach the purer light 
you dreamed of and envisioned in your collages: 
the light that makes the darkness visible 
surrounds you, and if there is freedom, you are free.

Alan Cohen   San Francisco, July 27th 1998

Wilfred Sätty