I've Always Had This Impulse To Be

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'.

What It Felt To Me Was Like The Dissolution Of My Idea Of Myself. I Felt Like Separateness Evaporated. I Felt This Tremendous Sense Of Oneness. I'm Quite An Erratic Thinker, Quite An Adrenalized Person, But Through Meditation, I Found This Beautiful Serenity And Selfless Connection. My Tendency Towards Selfishness, I Felt That Kind Of Exposed As A Superficial And Pointless Perspective To Have. I Felt Very Relaxed, A Sense Of Oneness. I Felt Love.

The Revolution That's Required Isn't A Revolution Of Radical Ideas, But The Implementation Of Ideas We Already Have.

I've Always Had This Impulse To Be Destructive.

In England, We Have Such Good Manners That If Someone Says Something Impolite, The Police Will Get Involved.