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The Paintings Of Francis Bacon To My Eye Are Very Beautiful. The Paintings Of Bosch Or Goya Are To My Eye Very Beautiful. I've Also Stood In Front Of Those Same Paintings With People Who've Said, 'let's Get On To The Botticellis As Soon As Possible.' I Have Lingered, Of Course.

Midian Is Where The Monsters Go.

Darkness Always Had Its Part To Play. Without It, How Would We Know When We Walked In The Light? It’s Only When Its Ambitions Become Too Grandiose That It Must Be Opposed, Disciplined, Sometimes—if Necessary—brought Down For A Time. Then It Will Rise Again, As It Must.

It Is Great Good Health To Believe As The Hindus Do That There Are 33 Million Gods And Goddesses In The World. It Is Great Good Health To Want To Understand One S Dreams. It Is Great Good Health To Desire The Ambiguous And Paradoxical. It Is Sickness Of The Profoundest Kind To Believe That There Is One Reality. There Is Sickness In Any Piece Of Work Or Any Piece Of Art Seriously Attempting To Suggest That The Idea That There Is More Than One Reality Is Somehow Redundant.

I've Learned Two Things In My Life. One That Love Is The Beginning And End Of All Meaning. And Two That It Is The Same Thing Whatever Shape Our Souls Have Taken On This Journey. Love Is Love. Is Love.