The World Is Not So Kind, People

Obviously, My Tastes And My Priorities Have Changed. But I'm Still Asking The Question 'why?' Just Because I'm A Mother Doesn't Mean I'm Not Still A Rebel And That I Don't Want To Go In The Face Of Convention And Challenge The System. I Never Wanted To Think In A Robotic Way, And I Don't Want My Children To Think That Way, Either.

Art Can Heal It If Art Is Allowed To Exist. And If Art Is Slowly Wiped Off The Face Of The Planet, Then What Tools Do We Have To Reach People, To Appeal To Them And All Of Their Senses?

People Think They Will Wake Up One Day And I'll Be Gone. But I'm Never Going Away.

I've Studied Kabbalah, As You Know, For Many Years, So There Are A Lot Of Things I Do That One Would Associate With Practising Judaism. I Hear The Torah Every Saturday. I Observe Shabbat. I Say Certain Prayers. My Son Was Bar Mitzvahed. So This Appears Like I'm Jewish, But These Rituals Are Connected To What I Describe As The Tree Of Life Consciousness And Have More To Do With The Idea Of Being An Israelite, Not Jewish.

I Always Felt Like I Was A Freak When I Was Growing Up And That There Was Something Wrong With Me Because I Couldn't Fit In Anywhere.