Walk, First, Through The Fire, Then Philosophize.

...the Face Has Limited Space. My Mother Used To Say, If You Fill Your Face With Laughing, There Will Be No More Room For Crying.

Loss Is Essential. Loss Is Part And Parcel Of That Necessary Calamity Called Life.

Everyone Underestimates Their Own Life. Funny Thing Is, In The End, All Our Stories...they're The Same. In Fact, No Matter Where You Go In The World, There Is Only One Important Story: Of Youth, Loss And Yearning For Redemption. So We Tell The Same Story, Over And Over. Only The Details Are Different.

Time Had Changed The Magical To Mundane

I Met My Wife When We Were Both 19 Or 20, At A Music School Where She Was Taking Voice And Piano Lessons And I Was Doing Classes In Music Theory And Composition.