It's Wierd Not To Be

People Never Grasp The Fact That They're Going To Have To Go Through The Same Thing Again. They Get To The Sort Of Five-year Stretch Or The Seven-year Itch Or Whatever These Tension Points Are That Seem To Be Organic, Built In, Like The Tide Coming In And Going Out. It's Like Every Time The Tide Goes Out You Quit--you Move Your House Or Something.

Millions Of Mind Guerrillas, Raising The Spirit Of Peace And Love, Not War.

It Just Was A Gradual Development Over The Years. I Mean Last Year Was 'all You Need Is Love.' This Year, It's 'all You Need Is Love And Peace, Baby.' Give Peace A Chance, And Remember Love. The Only Hope For Us Is Peace. Violence Begets Violence. You Can Have Peace As Soon As You Like If We All Pull Together. You're All Geniuses, And You're All Beautiful. You Don't Need Anyone To Tell You Who You Are. You Are What You Are. Get Out There And Get Peace, Think Peace, And Live Peace And Breathe Peace, And You'll Get It As Soon As You Like.

Am I Crazy Or Am I A Genius? I Don't Think I'm Either.

I Was Stuck In The Feeling That One Did Not--was Not Justified In Being Alive Unless One Was Fulfilling Other People's Dreams, Whether They Were Contractual Dreams Or The Public's Dreams, Or Fulfilling My Own Dreams And Illusions About What I Thought I Was Supposed To Be, Which, In Retrospect, Turned Out To Not Be What I Am.