Even The Idiot May Have A Message

Work On One Thing At A Time Until Finished.

I Feel That America Is Essentially Against The Artist, That The Enemy Of America Is The Artist, Because He Stands For Individuality And Creativeness, And That's Un-american Somehow.

The Essential Thing Is To Want To Sing. This Then Is A Song. I Am Singing.

Everything Hinges On How You Look At Things

At Epidaurus, In The Stillness, In The Great Peace That Came Over Me, I Heard The Heart Of The World Beat. I Know What The Cure Is: It Is To Give Up, To Relinquish, To Surrender, So That Our Little Hearts May Beat In Unison With The Great Heart Of The World.