All Art, In Spite Of The Struggles

It Is Through The Acceptance Of A Variety Of Aethetic And Intellectual Points Of View That A Culture Is Given Breadth And Density.

I Hope That One Or Two Immortal Lyrics Will Come Out Of All This Tumbling Around.

But Childhood Prolonged, Cannot Remain A Fairyland. It Becomes A Hell.

At Midnight Tears Run Into Your Ears.

The Initial Mystery That Attends Any Journey Is: How Did The Traveler Reach His Starting Point In The First Place?