We All Need A Meaning To Our

I Just Don't Seem To Be Capable Of Believing In Evil As Some Separate, Distinct Power Within Itself. I Guess I'm Just Not A Southern Baptist Or A Fundamentalist. I Just Don't Seem To Be Capable Of Believing In It Myself, Somehow. I Don't . . . I Can't Conceive From My Experience How This Force Of Evil Can Exist Without The Force Of Love Being Right There.

I Knew The Alphabet. Maybe I Could Be A Writer.

The Voice So Filled With Nostalgia That You Could Almost See The Memories Floating Through The Blue Smoke, Memories Not Only Of Music And Joy And Youth, But Perhaps, Of Dreams. They Listened To The Music, Each Hearing It In His Own Way, Feeling Relaxed And A Part Of The Music, A Part Of Each Other, And Almost A Part Of The World.

As Lao Tzu Says, "the Tao That Can Be Named Is Not The True Tao".

Being An Artist Doesn’t Take Much, Just Everything You Got. Which Means, Of Course, That As The Process Is Giving You Life, It Is Also Bringing You Closer To Death. But It’s No Big Deal. They Are One In The Same And Cannot Be Avoided Or Denied. So When I Totally Embrace This Process, This Life/death, And Abandon Myself To It, I Transcend All This Meaningless Gibberish And Hang Out With The Gods. It Seems To Me That That Is Worth The Price Of Admission.