A Day Without A Dark Cloud. Almost

Violence, Less And Less Embarrassed By The Limits Imposed By Centuries Of Lawfulness, Is Brazenly And Victoriously Striding Across The Whole World, Unconcerned That Its Infertility Has Been Demonstrated And Proved Many Times In History. What Is More, It Is Not Simply Crude Power That Triumphs Abroad, But Its Exultant Justification. The World Is Being Inundated By The Brazen Conviction That Power Can Do Anything, Justice Nothing.

Why Can't You Understand? The Stars Fall Down Now And Then. The Gaps Have To Be Filled.

This Deliberately Nurtured Hatred Then Spreads To All That Is Alive, To Life Itself, To The World With Its Colors, Sounds, And Shapes, To The Human Body. The Embittered Art Of The Twentieth Century Is Perishing As A Result Of This Ugly Hate, For Art Is Fruitless Without Love. In The East Art Has Collapsed Because It Has Been Knocked Down And Trampled Upon, But In The West The Fall Has Been Voluntary, A Decline Into A Contrived And Pretentious Quest Where The Artist, Instead Of Attempting To Reveal The Divine Plan, Tries To Put Himself In The Place Of God.

A Leader Should Not Be A Man Who Arbitrarily Imported His Own Ideas But The Essential Focal Point For A Group Of People Who Trusted One Another And Worked For A Common Aim.

You Should Rejoice That You're In Prison. Here You Have Time To Think About Your Soul.