And How Does God Speak

I Had A Period In My Life, Maybe A Decade Or So, In Which I Was Involved In That Kind Of Thing, Associating With The Elite Of Various Segments Of Society. It Always Made Me Extremely Uncomfortable. I Couldn't Wait To Get Out Of There And Change My Clothes. The Good Part About That Was Getting Home And Changing Into My Regular Clothes. Taking Off The Suit And The Tie, Taking Off The Tight Shoes, And Just Relaxing. Being Away From That Stuff. It Was Stimulating, But I Never Liked It. I Always Felt It Was A Terrible, Terrible Burden.

When Faced With Something I Fear, I Tend To Eat Spaghetti.

Not Born To Be Rich, By 1981 I Had Nonetheless Begun To Use A Pc That Required For Its Operation The Absorption Of Several Hundred Pages Of Protocols And The Placement Of Very Large Floppy Disks In The Freezer To Fix Frequent Crashes.

Mozart And Neil Diamond May Have Begun With The Same Idea, But That A Work Of Art Is More Than An Idea Is Confirmed By The Difference Between The 'soave Sia Il Vento' And 'kentucky Woman.' We Have Different Words For 'art' And 'idea' Because They Are Two Different Things.

To See The Beauty Of The World Is To Put Your Hands On Lines That Run Uninterrupted Through Life And Through Death. Touching Them Is An Act Of Hope, For Perhaps Someone On The Other Side, If There Is Another Side, Is Touching Them, Too.