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Angels Cry Because They Want To Experience What You And I Feel: The Moment. They Live In Eternity. They Dont Know What It Is Like To Read A Newspaper And Get Ink On Your Fingers. They Dont Know What It Is Like To Take Your Shoes Off And Wiggle Your Toes Under The Dinner Table.

I Am Becoming The People I Love.

If Our History Can Challenge The Next Wave Of Musicians To Keep Moving And Changing, To Keep Spiritually Hungry And Horny, That's What It's All About.

My Reality Is That God Speaks To You Every Day. There's An Inner Voice, And When You Hear It, You Get A Little Tingle In Your Medulla Oblongata At The Back Of Your Neck, A Little Shiver, And At Two O'clock In The Morning, Everything's Really Quiet And You Meditate And You Got The Candles, You Got The Incense And You've Been Chanting, And All Of A Sudden You Hear This Voice: Write This Down. It Is Just An Inner Voice, And You Trust It. That Voice Will Never Take You To The Desert.

He Just Seems As Cool As Ever. I Can Smell Him. Even On The Other Side, There Is Smell. Like, When Babies Are Born, There's Two Smells-one Is Chicken Soup, Which Is The Flesh, And The Other Is Lilacs, Which Is Coming From The Spiritual Garden. The Spirit Has A Lilac Smell.