Jesus, Mary, Muhammad And Vishnu, How Good

My Alarm Clock During My Childhood Was A Pride Of Lions.

The Individual Soul Touches Upon The World Soul Like A Well Reaches For The Water Table. That Which Sustains The Universe Beyond Thought And Language, And That Which Is At The Core Of Us And Struggles For Expression, Is The Same Thing. The Finite Within The Infinite, The Infinite Within The Finite.

Most Of Us Get Our History Through Story.

Everything Was Screaming: The Sea, The Wind, My Heart.

In Art, Something Comes Of Nothing. Out Of The Thin Air And The Ether, You Create A Story. And That Is Intensely Satisfying.