Do What Only A True Artist Can

And Presently I Was Driving Through The Drizzle Of The Dying Day, With The Windshield Wipers In Full Action But Unable To Cope With My Tears.

I Have No Desires, Save The Desire To Express Myself In Defiance Of All The World’s Muteness.

The Pages Are Still Blank, But There Is A Miraculous Feeling Of The Words Being There, Written In Invisible Ink And Clamoring To Become Visible.

All Religions Are Based On Obsolete Terminology.

Play! Invent The World! Invent Reality!