I'll Not Be Changing, But America Will.

What I Might Do Is Watch Mrs Doubtfire. Or Dead Poets Society Or Good Will Hunting And I Might Be Nice To People, Mindful Today How Fragile We All Are, How Delicate We Are, Even When Fizzing With Divine Madness That Seems Like It Will Never Expire.

Say I Feel All Sad And Self-indulgent, Then Get Stung By A Wasp, My Misery Feels Quite Abstract And I Long Just To Be In Spiritual Pain Once More - 'damn You Tiny Assassin, Clad In Yellow And Black, How I Crave My Former Innocence Where Melancholy Was My Only Trial'.

I Think All Of Us Are Living In Denial Of Our Spiritual Nature As We Continue To Participate In The Material World Even Though We Know We're Destroying The Planet We Live On.

Our Social And Economic Systems Are So Devoid Of Humanity And Love.

I Regret That I Didn’t Realize That Actually They’ve Got No Power Over You At School — It’s All Just A Trick To Indoctrinate You Into Being A Conditioned, Tame, Placid Citizen. Rebel, Children, I Urge You, Fight The Turgid Slick Of Conformity With Which They Seek To Smother Your Glory.