Over The Road There Was A Church:

God Is In The Mountains. Impassive, Immovable, Jagged Giants, Separating The Celestial From The Terrestrial With Eternal Diagonal Certainty. As If Silently Monitoring The Beating Heart Of The Creator From The Universe's Perfect Birth. Stood In The Thin Air And The Awe, One Inhales God, Involuntarily Acknowledging That We Are But Fragments Of A Whole, A Higher Thing. The Mountains Remind Me Of My Place, As A Servant To Truth And Wonder. Yes, God Is In The Mountains. Perhaps The Pulpit Too And Even In The Piety Of An Atheist's Sigh. I Don't Know; But I Feel Him In The Mountains.

Even As A Junkie I Stayed True [to Vegetarianism] - 'i Shall Have Heroin, But I Shan't Have A Hamburger.' What A Sexy Little Paradox.

If You're A Drug Addict, Often You're Stealing - I've Gotten Done For Shoplifting A Few Times.

I Missed Him, Of Course, But Sometimes Close Friendships Have A Tidal Beat That Pulls You Towards Different Shores Though The Ocean That Connects You Remains.

The Only Revolution That Can Really Change The World Is The One In Your Own Consciousness, And Mine Has Already Begun.