A Work Of Visionary Art Can Shock

When We Gaze Into The Eyes Of Our Beloved, We're Staring Into The Eyes Of A Sacred Mirror, And We Recognize Our Oneness.

It Is The Prayer Of My Innermost Being To Realize My Supreme Identity In The Liberated Play Of Consciousness, The Vast Expanse. Now Is The Moment, Here Is The Place Of Liberation.

Humanity Has To Start Noticing That We Are One. We Are Connected With The Net Of Beings Who Are The Life Of This Planet - And Before We Take Them All Down, We Ought To See What We Can Do To Preserve This Unique And Extraordinary Family. That's What I Think The Wounded Healer Would Do. We're All Wounded In One Way Or Another. The Question Is, Can We Heal?

It's Kind Of Hard Get Outside Of Your Own Frame Of Reference. To One Degree Or Another, We All Go Through Our Breakdowns And We Can Recognize Our Lives As A Path To Awakening Or Not. We Can Take Our Breakdowns As A Way To Sensitize Us Or As An Excuse To Blind And Dull Ourselves.

It Was 1975. I Had Spent The Year At The Boston Museum School Doing Some Very Bizarre Performance Works. The Last One Included Going To The North Magnetic Pole And Spending All Of My Money.