...and Yet I Am What

That ... Is How The World Moves: Not Like An Arrow, But A Boomerang.

America Is Woven Of Many Strands. I Would Recognize Them And Let It So Remain.

Eclecticism Is The Word. Like A Jazz Musician Who Creates His Own Style Out Of The Styles Around Him, I Play By Ear.

But What A Feeling Can Come Over A Man Just From Seeing The Things He Believes In And Hopes For Symbolized In The Concrete Form Of A Man. In Something That Gives A Focus To All The Other Things He Knows To Be Real. Something That Makes Unseen Things Manifest And Allows Him To Come To His Hopes And Dreams Through His Outer Eye And Through The Touch And Feel Of His Natural Hand.

The Thing To Do Is To Exploit The Meaning Of The Life You Have.