There Is An Ugliness In Being Paid

The Complaints Of The Child In Us Will Never Cease Lamenting Until It Is Consoled, Answered, Understood. Only Then Will It Lie Still In Us, Like Our Fears. It Will Die In Peace And Leave Us What The Child Leaves To The Man - The Sense Of Wonder.

The Monster I Kill Every Day Is The Monster Of Realism. The Monster Who Attacks Me Every Day Is Destruction. Out Of The Duel Comes The Transformation. I Turn Destruction Into Creation Over And Over Again.

Notes Fly So Much Farther Than Words. There Is No Other Way To Reach The Infinite.

If You Can't Create, You Destroy.

Self-destructive Patterns Cause As Much Suffering As Outer Catastrophes.