You're Making Sense, Old Man, A Sense

It's Time To Move On To The Next Step In The Psychedelic Revolution. We've Reached A Certain Point, But We're Not Moving Any More.

Take What You Can Use And Let The Rest Go By.

There's Something About Taking A Plow And Breaking New Ground. It Gives You Energy.

You Can Count How Many Seeds Are In The Apple, But Not How Many Apples Are In The Seed.

What The Chronics Are - Or Most Of Us - Are Machines With Flaws Inside That Can't Be Repaired, Flaws Born In, Or Flaws Beat In Over So Many Years Of The Guy Running Head-on Into Solid Things That By The Time The Hospital Found Him He Was Bleeding Rust In Some Vacant Lot.