I've Thought About What Is An Alternative

Everything Is Illusory. You Cannot Label Something And Feel That That Is The Beginning, Middle, And End Of It.

It's Not Fair To Compare One Artist To Another Because They All Come With Their Own Sort Of Elements To The Picnic, You Know.

Imagine Living In Abject Poverty And Not Knowing Anything Other Than That For Generations. Or Alternatively, Imagine Being Born Into A Really Wealthy Family, But There Was No Real Love. Everyone's Living These Extraordinary, Interesting Lives Whether They Know It Or Not.

As A Mother, You Have That Impulse To Wish That No Child Should Ever Be Hurt, Or Abused, Or Go Hungry, Or Not Have Opportunities In Life.

I Think It Takes A Lot To Put Oneself In A Place Where, You Know, That Thing About "feel The Fear And Do It Anyway." You Wonder What The Driving Force Is That Makes You Want To Do That And Not Just Stay In A Safer Place.