One Of The Greatest Gifts My Father

There Is A Kind Of Expressed Love Which Is Easy To Subvert. When A Figure Is Loved For Their Deeds, Their Conquests, Their Heroism, Their Goodness, Their Love Of The People, These Are Easy Enough To Destroy... But There Is A Kind Of Love Which Is Felt For Apparently No Reason... A Love, Inspired, It Seems, By The Gods, Which It Is Impossible To Fight, Distort, Destroy, Or Weaken. In Fact, The Attempts To Destroy Such Loves Only Strengthen Them. And To Do Nothing Allows Them To Continue To Grow At Their Natural Pace, Inexoribly, Till This Love Becomes A Wide And Silent Adoration.

The Worst Realities Of Our Age Are Manufactured Realities. It Is Therefore Our Task, As Creative Participants In The Universe, To Re Dream Our World. The Fact Of Possessing Imagination Means That Everything Can Be Re Dreamed. Each Reality Can Have It

Only Those Who Truly Love And Who Are Truly Strong Can Sustain Their Lives As A Dream. You Dwell In Your Own Enchantment. Life Throws Stones At You, But Your Love And Your Dream Change Those Stones Into The Flowers Of Discovery. Even If You Lose, Or Are Defeated By Things, Your Triumph Will Always Be Exemplary. And If No One Knows It, Then There Are Places That Do. People Like You Enrich The Dreams Of The Worlds, And It Is Dreams That Create History. People Like You Are Unknowing Transformers Of Things, Protected By Your Own Fairy-tale, By Love.

I'm Fascinated By The Mysterious Element That Runs Through Our Lives. Everyone Is Looking Out Of The World Through Their Emotion And History. Nobody Has An Absolute Reality.

In The Beginning There Was A River. The River Became A Road And The Road Branched Out To The Whole World. And Because The Road Was Once A River It Was Always Hungry.