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Of All The Sacred Places On The Coast, None Is More Comforting Than Where Rivers Join The Sea. By The River's Disappearance We Are Reminded Of Life's Passing, While By The Ocean's Beauty We Accept It, In A Hope We Cannot Explain.

No Matter How Many Times I Tell You This, You're Still Thinking, Thinking, Judging, Judging, Coming To Conclusions, Trying To Work Out Your Life. You Have To Let Go. Totally, Absolutely, Completely. You Have To Let Go So Completely That You Will Feel No Body, No Mind, No Pain, Nothing.

Why Is Form Beautiful? Because, I Think, It Helps Us Confront Our Worst Fear: The Suspicion That Life May Be Chaos And That Therefore Our Suffering Is Without Meaning.

My First Show At Moma In New York Was Pictures Of New Developments Along The Eastern Edge Of The Rocky Mountains. They Were Housing Developments That Were Brutal In Many Ways, That Cared Almost Not A Thing For The Human Beings Inside. They Were Just Designed To Make Money.

Beauty, Which I Admit To Being In Pursuit Of, Is An Extremely Suspect Word Among Many In The Art World. But I Don't Think You Can Get Along Without It. It's The Confirmation Of Meaning In Life.