A Man's Greatest Battles Are The Ones

We Have Not Yet Arrived, But Every Point At Which We Stop Requires A Re-definition Of Our Destination.

There Ought To Be Three Traditions In The Art Of Humanity: The Realistic, The Visionary And The Wild.

We Plan Our Lives According To A Dream That Came To Us In Our Childhood, And We Find That Life Alters Our Plans. And Yet, At The End, From A Rare Height, We Also See That Our Dream Was Our Fate. It's Just That Providence Had Other Ideas As To How We Would Get There. Destiny Plans A Different Route, Or Turns The Dream Around, As If It Were A Riddle, And Fulfills The Dream In Ways We Couldn't Have Expected.

The Acknowledged Legislators Of The World Take The World As Given. They Dislike Mysteries, For Mysteries Cannot Be Coded, Or Legislated, And Wonder Cannot Be Made Into Law. And So These Legislators Police The Accepted Frontiers Of Things.

Ghetto-dwellers Are The Great Fantasists. There Was An Extraordinary Vibrancy There, An Imaginative Life. When You Are That Poor, All You've Got Left Is Your Belief In The Imagination.