Of Course I'm Inconsistent! Only Logicians And

Dreams Don't Come True. Dreams Are True.

We Use So Much Bad Language That It Forms A Barrier Between Ourselves And The Truth.

There Is A Sense In Which A Painted Stick Is A Stick In Bloom. This Stick Points To The Hidden Face Of God. Sometimes It Points To You.

Society Had A Crime Problem. It Hired Cops To Attack Crime. Now Society Has A Cop Problem.

I've Always Assumed That Every Time A Child Is Born, The Divine Reenters The World. Okay? That's The Meaning Of The Christmas Story. And Every Time That Child's Purity Is Corrupted By Society, That's The Meaning Of The Crucifixion Story. Your Man Jesus Stands For That Child, That Pure Spirit, And As Its Surrogate, He's Being Born And Put To Death Again And Again, Over And Over, Every Time We Inhale And Exhale, Not Just At The Vernal Equinox And On The Twenty-fifth Of December.