Art Is A Mystery. A Mystery Is

...remember One Thing Only: That It's You-nobody Else-who Determines Your Destiny And Decides Your Fate. Nobody Else Can Be Alive For You; Nor Can You Be Alive For Anybody Else.

You Shall Above All Things Be Glad And Young.

I Remember We All Cried Like The Missouri When My Uncle Sol's Coffin Lurched Because Somebody Pressed A Button (and Down Went My Uncle Sol And Started A Worm Farm)

Next To Of Course God America I / Love You Land Of The Pilgrims And So Forth Oh

(existing's Tricky:but To Live's A Gift)