I'll Follow Him To The Ends Of

People Of Ze Wurl, Relax!

If Little Else, The Brain Is An Educational Toy.

Dreams Don't Come True. Dreams Are True.

Like The Arthurian Years At Camelot, The Sixties Constituted A Breakthrough, A Fleeting Moment Of Glory, A Time When A Significant Little Chunk Of Humanity Briefly Realised Its Moral Potential And Flirted With Its Neurological Destiny, A Collective Spiritual Awakening That Flared Brilliantly Until The Barbaric And Mediocre Impulses Of The Species Drew Tight Once More The Curtains Of Darkness.

It's Personal Freedom, Not Hundred Dollar Bills That Lights The Soul's Cigar.