I'm A Terrible Cook, So I Usually

I Believe That To Knowingly Commit Actions That Cause Or Condone Suffering Is Reprehensible In The Extreme. I Call Upon You To Be Compassionate And Treat Others As You Want To Be Treated. If You Don't Want To Be Beaten, Imprisoned, Mutilated, Killed Or Tortured Then You Shouldn't Condone Such Behavior Towards Anyone, Be They Human Or Not.

So Man's Insanity Is Heaven's Sense, And Wandering From All Mortal Reason, Man Comes At Last To That Celestial Thought, Which, To Reason, Is Absurd And Frantic; And Weal Or Woe, Feels Then Uncompromised, Indifferent As His God.

I'd Much Rather Go To A Banksy Art Show Than A Moby Art Show. My Art Is Painfully Naive.

There Are Some Public Figures Who Are Very Private And Almost Hide Behind Their Work. I Try To Be As Open As Possible.

I Love To Be Busy. I'm Envious Of People Who Are Able To Take Their Spare Time And Relax. All I Like To Do Is Work. Perhaps It's Lingering Calvinist Guilt?