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

The Web: Yet Another Total Disorientation That Becomes Status Quo Without Anyone Realizing It.

Only White Men Have The Luxury Of Ignoring Race.

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 Really Like Science Because It Seems To Be That Place Where You Get The Big Picture, Everything Connects.

Everything Interests Me.