Every Week A Tsunami Rips Through Poor

Beauty Is Undefinable In Language. It's Something That You See When You See It, Or You Feel When You Feel It, Or You Hear When You Hear It. It Usually Encompasses All Five Of The Senses. It Can't Exist Without It Being A Somehow Sensorial Experience. But, I Don't Think It's Quantifiable. Nothing Is Really Quantifiable. Nothing Is Certain In Love And Friendship. We All Try To Understand These Things.

I Do Have The Ability To Explore Life And To Be Over The Moon At The Smallest Thing - A Few Pints And A Craic In The Pub And I'm In Heaven. But I Have A Melancholy Side To Me As Well. Acting Allows Me To Feel Things, It Kind Of Buys Me Human Experience. And I Don't Mean This As Acting As Higher Cause, Because It's Not, But It Does Kind Of Have A Higher Awareness Emotionally.

I'm Just A True Irish Boy At Heart.

Allow Your Head To Be Quiet. Allow It To Be Still. Just For An Hour And Half. Just Deal With Your Body & Your Breath.

I Think, As Human Beings, We At Times Overvalue The Intellect And We Undermine The Body. I Don't Mean A Body Externally And The Shape Of A Body. I Mean The Intelligence Of A Body, The Memories That A Body Can Store, How A Body Feels Emotion, And How A Body Processes Emotion.