Life Goes On Within You And Without

Dear One, Near Me, Truth Assessed, Reborn Worldwise, Mind At Rest. True Heart Sow You, God Has Blessed, Your Soul Whispers, Love Confessed.

There's This Indian Fellow Who Worked Out A Cycle Like The Idea Of Stone-age, Bronze-age, Only He Did It On An Indian One. The Cycle Goes From Nothing Until Now And 20th Century And Then On And Right Around The Cycle Until The People Are Really Grooving And Then Just Sinks Back Into Ignorance Until It Gets Back Into The Beginning Again. So The 20th Century Is A Fraction Of That Cycle, And How Many Of Those Cycles Has It Done Yet? It's Done As Many As You Think And All These Times It's Been Through Exactly The Same Things, And It'll Be This Again.

You're Asking Me Will My Love Grow. I Don't Know, I Don't Know. You Stick Around Now It May Show. I Don't Know, I Don't Know

Your Own Space, Man, It's So Important. That's Why We Were Doomed Because We Didn't Have Any. It Is Like Monkeys In A Zoo. They Die. You Know, Everything Needs To Be Left Alone.

Indian Music Is Brilliant And For Me, Anyway, (this Is Only Personal) It's Got Everything In It. I Still Like Electronics And All Sorts Of Music If It's Good But Indian Music Is Just... An Untouchable You Can't Say What It Is, Because It Just Is.