I Guess It Could Be Said That

Being An Artist Doesn’t Take Much, Just Everything You Got. Which Means, Of Course, That As The Process Is Giving You Life, It Is Also Bringing You Closer To Death. But It’s No Big Deal. They Are One In The Same And Cannot Be Avoided Or Denied. So When I Totally Embrace This Process, This Life/death, And Abandon Myself To It, I Transcend All This Meaningless Gibberish And Hang Out With The Gods. It Seems To Me That That Is Worth The Price Of Admission.

Obviously, I Believe That To Pursue The American Dream Is Not Only Futile But Self-destructive Because Ultimately It Destroys Everything And Everyone Involved With It. By Definition It Must, Because It Nurtures Everything Except Those Things That Are Important: Integrity, Ethics, Truth, Our Very Heart And Soul. Why? The Reason Is Simple: Because Life/life Is Giving, Not Getting.

... I Started To Die 36 Hours Before I Was Born, So Dying Was A Way Of Life For Me.

I Certainly Do Attempt To Live According To Spiritual Principles. That's Always The Foundation Of Each And Every Day. I Have Experienced Some Things In My Life That Just Force Me To Believe In Some Sort Of Power. A Creative . . . Creative Power Source; However You Want To Phrase It. I Certainly Have Experienced That Presence. And I Have Experienced What I Consider The Basic, What We Would Call Love And Concern.

I Don't Know That I Could Really Define Love. I Can't . . . Again, It's Like Trying To Define What This Creative Force Is. It's Beyond My Ability To Really Define. If I Can Define It, Then It's Not It. We're Right Back To That Thing Again.