It's Only Words... Unless They're True.

How Can I Be Secure? Through Amassing Wealth Beyond All Measure? No. And What's Beyond Measure? That's A Sickness. That's A Trap. There Is No Measure. Only Greed.

We Live In Oppressive Times. We Have, As A Nation, Become Our Own Thought Police; But Instead Of Calling The Process By Which We Limit Our Expression Of Dissent And Wonder ‘censorship,’ We Call It ‘concern For Commercial Viability.

We Respond To A Drama To That Extent To Which It Corresponds To Our Dream Life.

Blasphemy And Prayer Are One. Both Assert The Existence Of A Superior Power. The First, However, With Conviction.

To Find Beauty In The Sad, Hope In The Midst Of Loss, And Dignity In Failure Is Great Poetic Art.