But I Knew That Someday I Was

It Seems To Me That What The Artist Sees Is The Simple And Obvious That Is Invisible To Everybody Else.

There Was A Sky Somewhere Above The Tops Of The Buildings, With Stars And A Moon And All The Things There Are In A Sky, But They Were Content To Think Of The Distant Street Lights As Planets And Stars. If The Lights Prevented You From Seeing The Heavens, Then Preform A Little Magic And Change Reality To Fit The Need. The Street Lights Were Now Planets And Stars And Moon.

We All Need A Meaning To Our Life.

I Think In A Way The Great Irony Or Paradox About America Is That It Makes It So Hard For The Sensitive Person, The Artist, The Impressionable Person, The Person Whose Raison D'etre Is To Incarnate The Creative Will, Rather Than To Just Make Money, And Yet That Extreme Difficulty That The Culture Poses For Us Has Created Some Of The Best Artists In The Last Hundred Years.

...and The Night Was Comfortably Warm As The Soft Filtered Light Continued To Push The Darkness Into The Shadows As They Held Each Other And Kissed And Pushed Each Others Darkness Into The Corner, Believing In Each Others Light, Each Others Dream.