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The Problem Being: For Years I Was Struggling - First To Prove That I Had Any Talent, Then To Create Some Skills And Finally To Fulfil It Reasonably. But Then Once I Got There It Was, "ok. I Did That, But I Want To Be Happy." And That's A Whole Different Deal. It's Kind Of Like A Dance. Being Active Seems To Help. I'm 70, So Sometimes A Little Voice Is Going, "just Take It Easy".

The Nut Of The Thing Is That If What You Make Is Hard Like A Diamond, You Can Put It Anywhere. You Can Put It Up Your And It Will Still Be Beautiful.

I Like Semi-torn-down Places Where I Could Get Nestled In And Get Something Done Without Anyone Bothering Me.

Stages Are Getting Higher And Higher, And I'm Getting Older And Older.

I Think That Prosecuting Some College Kid Because She Shared A File Is A Lot Like Sending Somebody To Australia 200 Years Ago For Poaching His Lordship's Rabbit. That's How It Must Seem To Poor People Who Just Want To Watch A Crappy Movie For Free After They’ve Been Working Themselves To Death All Day At Tesco Or Whatever, You Know.