Art, Of Course, Is A Way Of

Art Gropes. It Stalks Like A Hunter Lost In The Woods, Listening To Itself And To Everything Around It, Unsure Of Itself, Waiting To Pounce.

The Image-managers Encourage The Individual To Fashion Himself Into A Smooth Coin, Negotiable In Any Market.

...ultimately It Come Down To, Are You Making Or Are You Destroying? If You Try Very Hard To Create Ways Of Living, Create Dreams Of What Is Possible, Then You Win. If You Don't, You May Make A Fortune In Ten Years, But You're Not Going To Be Read In Twenty Years, And That's That.

We Know That Where Community Exists In Confers Upon Its Members Identity, A Sense Of Belonging, And A Measure Of Security. . . . Communities Are The Ground-level Generators And Preservers Of Values And Ethical Systems.

They Watch On, Evil, Incredibly Stupid, Enjoying My Destruction. 'poor Grendel's Had An Accident,' I Whisper. 'so May You All.