Philosophy Is Talk On A Cereal Box.

I'm Not Aware Of Too Many Things, I Know What I Know, If You Know What I Mean.

My Son Writes Songs And Plays. He Sings Like An Angel.

He Made Me Mess The Song Up When I Looked At Him... We Can Show The Kids The Tape And Say, "look, That's When We First Laid Eyes On Each Other."

I'm Filling In All The Negative Spaces With Positively Everything.

But Who Cares? I Can Honestly Look Back And Realize That Everything Happened For A Reason. Everything That Fell Apart Has Fallen Back Into Place Beautifully And Magically.