We All Need A Meaning To Our

But I Knew That Someday I Was Going To Die. And Just Before I Died Two Things Would Happen; Number 1: I Would Regret My Entire Life. Number 2: I Would Want To Live My Life Over Again.

I Think In A Way The Great Irony Or Paradox About America Is That It Makes It So Hard For The Sensitive Person, The Artist, The Impressionable Person, The Person Whose Raison D'etre Is To Incarnate The Creative Will, Rather Than To Just Make Money, And Yet That Extreme Difficulty That The Culture Poses For Us Has Created Some Of The Best Artists In The Last Hundred Years.

We All Need A Meaning To Our Life.

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.

There Was A Sky Somewhere Above The Tops Of The Buildings, With Stars And A Moon And All The Things There Are In A Sky, But They Were Content To Think Of The Distant Street Lights As Planets And Stars. If The Lights Prevented You From Seeing The Heavens, Then Preform A Little Magic And Change Reality To Fit The Need. The Street Lights Were Now Planets And Stars And Moon.