There Is No Dogma, There Isn't Anything

We Didn't Invent The Grateful Dead, The Crowd Invented The Grateful Dead. We Were Just In Line To See What Was Going To Happen.

I Don't Think That Slaughterhouse-five Was Successful Movie Material. In Fact, Vonnegut's Books Mostly I Don't Feel Are Movie Material.

Seeing Sound, The High Order Stuff That's Not Audible Still Affects How Everything Else Behaves. There Might Be A Visual Metaphor For That Somewhere.

The Reality Which Is Pretending Be Reality Right Now, Impersonating Reality, Is Just A Pretty Flimsy Structure. There Is Not A Lot Of Substance To It. You Can't Find People Who Are Actively Involved Of Affected By It. What You See Is A Completely Different World, What You See Is The World Of The Homeless, And So Forth.

The Nature Of What We're Doing Is Something, Which Is By Its Very Nature, Is Non-formulaic. There's No Way That You Can Make It Happen By Intention Alone. It's Something That You Have To Sort Of Allow It To Happen, And You Have To Allow For It To Happen.