Total Revolution Of Consciousness And Our Entire

I Enjoyed Having A Reputation As Being Wild, But These Days I Try Not To Worry About What People Think In The Privacy Of Their Own Brain Or What They Write In The Bizarre Publicity Of Their Own Newspapers, Because All Of Those Things Are Meaningless.

People Who Say The System Works Work For The System.

My Mate Karl Once Told Me He’d Been Looking After This Five-year-old Boy Who – Not Knowing Enough To Have An Ironic Inflection To His Words – Said, ‘i Want Something.’ He Didn’t Know What It Was. Not ‘i Want Sweets’, Or ‘a Can Of Coke’, Or ‘to Watch The Tweenies’, Or Whatever It Is They’re Into Now (i Like Bagpuss), But ‘i Want Something.’ All Of Us, I Think, Have That Feeling. And What Heroin Does When You First Start Taking It Is Tell You What That Something Is.

The Thing For Me Is, What If One Returns To These Maxims, These Rather Simplistic Maxims "be The Change You Want To See In The World." Because What Canvas Have We But The Self For These Kind Of Explorations, Ultimately.

Since Steve Jobs Died I Cannot Bear To See Anyone Use An Iphone Irreverently, What I Did Was A Tribute To His Memory.