I Don't Believe In Reincarnation. That's A

I'm A Western-cultured Man Who Subscribes To The Ancient Saw That Men Do Not Cry, I Don't Cry Either. I'll Go To A Movie, For Example, And Not Infrequently Something Triggers The Urge To Weep, But I Don't Allow Myself.

I Would Guess That Ray Bradbury Would Be Equally Resentful Of What They Did With Illustrated Man, Which, You Know, Took A Central Idea Thesis Of His And Pissed All Over It - Made It Into One Of The Worst Movies Ever Made.

I Don't Believe In Reincarnation. That's A Cop-out, I Know. I Don't Really Want To Be Reincarnated.

Now Death Is With Us In Such Abundance And Hovers Over Us In So Massive A Form That We Don't Have Time To Invent A Mythology, Nor Is Our Creativity Directed Toward Same. Now It's To Prevent Death.

How Can You Put Out A Meaningful Drama When Every Fifteen Minutes Proceedings Are Interrupted By Twelve Dancing Rabbits With Toilet Paper? No Dramatic Art Form Should Be Dictated And Controlled By Men Whose Training And Instincts Are Cut Of An Entirely Different Cloth. The Fact Remains That These Gentlemen Sell Consumer Goods, Not An Art Form.