I Wish I'd Never Been

It Is The Nobel Prize I Want. It's Worth $400,000.

You Have To Protect Yourself, Your Body, Your Being. You Cannot Treat It Badly; You Have To Keep It, Make As Sensitive As Possible

I Knew There Were, In Myself, The Souls Of Millions Of People Who Lived Centuries Ago; Not Just People But Animals, Plants, The Elements, Things, Even, Matter. All Of These Exist In Me.

I've Solved The Mystery: You Have To Submit Silently. Open Up, Let Go. Let Anything Penetrate You, Even The Most Painful Things. Endure. Bear Up. That's The Magic Key! The Text Comes By Itself, And Its Meaning Shakes The Soul. You Mustn't Let Scar Tissue Form On Your Wounds; You Have To Keep Ripping Them Open In Order To Turn Your Insides Into A Marvelous Instrument That Is Capable Of Anything. All This Has Its Price.

Put A Bird Cage Near The Window So That The Bird Can See The Sky? It's Much Better To Look Than Not To, Even If It Hurts.