It Doesn’t Matter What You Say You

All Of These Are Names Given Me By Other People, But Not Names I Would Have Given Myself. My Name Is Not Mine, It's Theirs. It's A Series Of Costumes Put On My Life By Other People.

It's Not That I'm Not Grateful For All This Attention. It's Just That Fame And Fortune Ought To Add Up To More Than Fame And Fortune.

It's Just This: That There Are Places We All Come From-deep-rooty-common Places- That Makes Us Who We Are. And We Disdain Them Or Treat Them Lightly At Our Peril. We Turn Our Backs On Them At The Risk Of Self-contempt. There Is A Sense In Which We Need To Go Home Again-and Can Go Home Again. Not To Recover Home, No. But To Sanctify Memory.

Wherever And However Any One Of Us May Be Conceived, It Is The Same. We Come Into Being In The Arms Of God.

I And You-we Are Infinate, Rich, Large, Contradictory, Living, Breathing Miracles-free Human Beings, Children Of God And The Everlasting Universe. That's What We Do.