People Don't Throw Your Bags

Even As A Junkie I Stayed True [to Vegetarianism] - 'i Shall Have Heroin, But I Shan't Have A Hamburger.' What A Sexy Little Paradox.

It's Difficult To Believe In Yourself Because The Idea Of Self Is An Artificial Construction. You Are, In Fact, Part Of The Glorious Oneness Of The Universe. Everything Beautiful In The World Is Within You.

You're A Musician, It Is Important That You Suffer!

God Is In The Mountains. Impassive, Immovable, Jagged Giants, Separating The Celestial From The Terrestrial With Eternal Diagonal Certainty. As If Silently Monitoring The Beating Heart Of The Creator From The Universe's Perfect Birth. Stood In The Thin Air And The Awe, One Inhales God, Involuntarily Acknowledging That We Are But Fragments Of A Whole, A Higher Thing. The Mountains Remind Me Of My Place, As A Servant To Truth And Wonder. Yes, God Is In The Mountains. Perhaps The Pulpit Too And Even In The Piety Of An Atheist's Sigh. I Don't Know; But I Feel Him In The Mountains.

For Me Happiness Occurs Arbitrarily: A Moment Of Eye Contact On A Bus, Where All At Once You Fall In Love; Or A Frozen Second In A Park Where It's Enough That There Are Trees In The World.