One Can Bear Anything. The Pain We

One Can Bear Anything. The Pain We Cannot Bear Will Kill Us Outright.

I Closed My Eyes To Watch Tiny Dancers Like Jeweled Birds Cross The Dark Screen Of My Eyelids.

When I Read, I Want To Be Fully Transported To Another Place. I Want To Feel Things, Smell Things.

I Think We're Starved For A Life Of The Senses. We're In The Garage, We're In The Car, We Drive To Work, We're In A Windowless Cubicle That's Gray And Beige. In A Way, It's Funny That We Consider Ourselves An Advanced Culture, Because People Who Live In So-called Primitive Environments Still Enjoy The Richness Of The Smells, Colors, And Sounds Of Our World. We All Crave That.

Inside Every Human Being, There Is Unlimited Time And Space.