The Spectator Is A Dying Animal.

It's Like Gambling Somehow. You Go Out For A Night Of Drinking And You Don't Know Where Your Going To End Up The Next Day. It Could Work Out Good Or It Could Be Disastrous. It's Like The Throw Of The Dice.

We're Reaching For Death On The End Of A Candle We're Trying For Something That's Already Found Us

...most Of The Press Were Vultures Descending On The Scene For Curious America Aplomb. Cameras Inside The Coffin Interviewing Worms.

What Have They Done To The Earth? What Have They Done To Our Fair Sister? Ravaged And Plundered And Ripped Her And Bit Her Stuck Her With Knives In The Side Of The Dawn And Tied Her With Fences And Dragged Her Down

I Think People Resist Freedom Because They're Afraid Of The Unknown. But It's Ironic....that Unknown Was Once Very Well Known. It's Where Our Souls Belong....the Only Solution Is To Confront Them - Confront Yourself - With The Greatest Fear Imaginable. Expose Yourself To Your Deepest Fear. After That, Fear Has No Power, And Fear Of Freedom Shrinks And Vanishes. You Are Free.