Change Is No Threat To Culture.

To Have That Powder Blown Up Your Nose Is Rather Like Being Shot Out Of A Rifle Barrel Lined With Baroque Paintings And Landing On A Sea Of Electricity.

The Surface Of The Earth Itself Is An Immense Loom Upon Which The Sun Weaves The Fabric Of Existence.

A Language Is Not Just A Body Of Vocabulary Or A Set Of Grammatical Rules. ... Every Language Is An Old-growth Forest Of The Mind.

So Be Patient. Do Not Compromise. And Give Your Destiny Time To Find You.

The World Can Only Appear Monochromatic To Those Who Persist In Interpreting What They Experience Through The Lens Of A Single Cultural Paradigm, Their Own. For Those With The Eyes To See And The Heart To Feel, It Remains A Rich And Complex Topography Of The Spirit.