When Love Is Gone, There's

I'm Actually Not Someone Who Believes In Heaven Or Anything Like That.

All Of Nature Talks To Me - If I Could Just Figure Out What It's Saying - Trees Are Swinging In The Breeze. They're Talking To Me. Insects Are Rubbing Their Legs Together. They're All Talking. They're Talking To Me.

I Just Sort Of Wish People Would Dance Differently. It Reminds Me Of Teenage Sex.

I Kind Of Didn't Believe The Doctors When They Came Over And They Said You're Not Going To Be Able To Walk Again. I'm Sorry To Tell You This. I Thought Who Is This Guy? I Just Was So Impatient With The Whole Thing. I Knew I Was Going To Walk Again. I Knew That I Was Going To Do That.

I Always Wonder When People Have Any Kind Of Spiritual And Meditative Practice Especially If It's One Designed In Part To Help Them Cope With Things That Seem Unmanageable And To Cope With Something Like Death, If They're Able To Maintain That Practice And Maintain The Equanimity At The Time Of Death Whether It's, You Know, That Person's Or That Person's Loved One.