Words. Borne On The Ever Swelling Current

How Pathetic It Is To Describe These Things Which Can't Truly Be Described.

Oh, The Lies That I Have Told Myself And Others. I Knew It Yet I Didn't Know.

But During All These Years I Had A Vague But Persistent Desire To Return To New Orleans. I Never Forgot New Orleans. And When We Were In Tropical Places And Places Of Those Flowers And Trees That Grow In Louisiana, I Would Think Of It Acutely And I Would Feel For My Home The Only Glimmer Of Desire I Felt For Anything Outside My Endless Pursuit Of Art.

I Want To Love All The Children Of God - Christian, Jew, Moslem, Hindu, Buddhist - Everyone. I Want To Love Gay Christians And Straight Christians.

What If I Could Give You Your Life Back; Pluck Out The Pain; And Give You A World Of Unimaginable Beauty That Would Be For All Time.