Something That Is Yours Forever Is Never

Two Hundred Or More Years Ago Most People On The Planet Were Never Aware Of Any Reality Other Than The One Into Which They Were Brought Up.

I Get Up Around 6:30. I Work From About 8:00 To 1:00, Take A Break For Lunch, Work Again Until About 5:00, And Then Go For A Long Walk And Have Dinner. Then, If My Wife And I Have No Previous Plans, We Decide What To Do For The Evening.

I Went Away And Cried To The Master Of The Universe, "what Have You Done To Me? A Mind Like This I Need For A Son? A Heart I Need For A Son, A Soul I Need For A Son, Compassion I Want From My Son, Righteousness, Mercy, Strength To Suffer And Carry Pain, That I Want From My Son, Not A Mind Without A Soul!"

... An Artist Is A Person First. He Is An Individual. If There Is No Person, There Is No Artist.

I Looked At My Right Hand, The Hand With Which I Painted. There Was Power In That Hand. Power To Create And Destroy. Power To Bring Pleasure And Pain. Power To Amuse And Horrify. There Was In That Hand The Demonic And The Divine At One And The Same Time. The Demonic And The Divine Were Two Aspects Of The Same Force. Creation Was Demonic And Divine. Creativity Was Demonic And Divine. I Was Demonic And Divine.