The Purpose Of Life Is Not To

Let No Man, In Whatever Rank Or Superiority, Control Your Mind And Tell You What To Do

He Closed His Eyes And Sank Into The Warm Dusk That Separates Consciosness And Sleep, Where Reality Bends And Sways To The Wind Of Thought, And Where Creativity Blossoms In Its Freedom From Boundaries And All Things Are Possible.

I've Never Been Helpless, I Just Have Powerful Enemies

It Is An Overactive Imagination That Turns Men Into Cowards, Not A Surfeit Of Fear, As Many Believe

It Was As If His Point Of View Had, Within Seconds, Gone From That Of An Ant To That Of An Eagle. For The Sky Was Hollow, And The World Was Round.