We All Need A Meaning To Our

I Don't Know How To Make The Critics Happy!

The Resistance And The Degree Of The Resistance To The Natural Phenomenon Of Life Causes Tremendous Suffering.

I Think Mozart, Like You, Is An Example Of Someone Who Has The Gods Moving Through Him, And His Religion Was Creation.

They Luxuriated In The Feeling Of Deep And All Pervading Satisfaction, A Feeling Of Knowing Absolutely That All Was Well With The World And Them And That The World Was Not Only Their Oyster It Was Also Their Linguine With Clam Sauce. Not Only Were All Things Possible, But All Things Were Theirs.

I Was Sitting At Home And Had A Profound Experience. I Experienced, In All Of My Being, That Someday I Was Going To Die, And It Wouldn't Be Like It Had Been Happening, Almost Dying But Somehow Staying Alive, But I Would Just Die! And Two Things Would Happen Right Before I Died: I Would Regret My Entire Life; I Would Want To Live It Over Again. This Terrified Me. The Thought That I Would Live My Entire Life, Look At It And Realize I Blew It Forced Me To Do Something With My Life.