Clean Up Your Own Mess.

Peace Is Not Something You Wish For, It's Something You Make

When My Father Finally Got Around To Teaching Me To Drive, He Was Impressed At My "natural" Talent For Driving, Not Knowing That I Had Already Been Secretly Driving My Mother's Car Around The Neighborhood. When I Took The Test And Got My License And My Father Gave Me My Own Set Of Keys To The Car One Night At Dinner, It Was A Major Rite Of Passage For Him And My Mother. Their Perception Of Me Had Changed And Was Formally Acknowledged. For Me The Occasion Meant A Private Sanction To Do In Public What I Had Already Been Doing In Secret.

We’re All A Little Weird. And Life Is A Little Weird. And When We Find Someone Whose Weirdness Is Compatible With Ours, We Join Up With Them And Fall Into Mutually Satisfying Weirdness — And Call It Love — True Love.

I And You-we Are Infinate, Rich, Large, Contradictory, Living, Breathing Miracles-free Human Beings, Children Of God And The Everlasting Universe. That's What We Do.

Liberation, I Guess, Is Everybody Getting What They Think They Want, Without Knowing The Whole Truth. Or In Other Words, Liberation Finally Amounts To Being Free From Things We Don't Like In Order To Be Enslaved By Things We Approve Of. Here's To The Eternal Tandem.