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There's This Indian Fellow Who Worked Out A Cycle Like The Idea Of Stone-age, Bronze-age, Only He Did It On An Indian One. The Cycle Goes From Nothing Until Now And 20th Century And Then On And Right Around The Cycle Until The People Are Really Grooving And Then Just Sinks Back Into Ignorance Until It Gets Back Into The Beginning Again. So The 20th Century Is A Fraction Of That Cycle, And How Many Of Those Cycles Has It Done Yet? It's Done As Many As You Think And All These Times It's Been Through Exactly The Same Things, And It'll Be This Again.

A Little Understanding Of "as You Sow, So Shall You Reap" Is Important, Because Then You Can't Blame The Condition You're In On Anyone Else.

The Microscopes That Magnified The Tears, Studied Warts And All. Still Life Flows On.

In One Way, I'm Never Going To Get Out Of This Material World Unless It's By His Grace But Then Again, His Grace Is Relative To The Amount Of Desire I Can Manifest In Myself.

Music Is Sound, Vibrations, Whereas Paintings Are Vibrations Of Whatever You Pick Up. It's Not Actually An Energy Vibration You Get From A Groovy Painting, But Music And Sound Seem To Travel Along Vibrations, You Know The Whole Thing With Mantras Is To Repeat And Repeat Those Sounds... It's Vibrations In Everything Like Prayers And Hymns.