I Don't Mind Arguing With Myself. It's

We Don't Consider The Roles That We're Taking In Making The World The Way It Is.

Music Forecasts The Past, Recalls The Future. Now And Then The Difference Falls Away, And In One Simple Gift Of Circling Sound, The Ear Solves The Scrambled Cryptogram. One Abiding Rhythm, Present And Always, And You're Free. But A Few Measures More, And The Cloak Of Time Closes Back Around You.

I Like To Travel And Connect.

The Thing That Makes Reading And Writing Suspect In The Eyes Of The Market Economy Is That It's Not Corrupted.

I Don't Mind Arguing With Myself. It's When I Lose That It Bothers Me.