Music Is A Language, A Universal Language.

Behold The Pre-prophetic Symbols Of The Planes Of Never. Behold, Behold This Thisness! This Isness.

It's Such A Tragedy That Man Endures In Killing His Brother And His Own Kind, Putting Him In Jail And Insane Asylums, Letting Him Lay Out In The Street.

The Possible Has Been Tried And Failed. Now It's Time To Try The Impossible.

Well, Actually, I'm A Psychic Being, And You Know, We Don't Concern Ourselves With Being Born; We Concern Ourselves With Being Eternal; We Deal With The Spirit.

The Music Is Not Part Of This Planet In A Sense That The Spirit Of It Is About Happiness. Most Musicians Play Earth Things About What They Know, But I Found Out That They Are Mostly Unhappy And Frustrated, And That Creeps Over Into Their Music.