The Responsibility Of The Artist Is To

I Do Believe This: That What We Call Love Is Always Available To Us. And Of Course I'm Not Just Talking About Passion. I'm Talking About Love Where You Just Can't Conceive That Your Life Isn't Perfect, That You Can't Conceive Of Wanting Anything.

I Was Sitting At Home And Had A Profound Experience. I Experienced, In All Of My Being, That Someday I Was Going To Die, And It Wouldn't Be Like It Had Been Happening, Almost Dying But Somehow Staying Alive, But I Would Just Die! And Two Things Would Happen Right Before I Died: I Would Regret My Entire Life; I Would Want To Live It Over Again. This Terrified Me. The Thought That I Would Live My Entire Life, Look At It And Realize I Blew It Forced Me To Do Something With My Life.

...and The Night Was Comfortably Warm As The Soft Filtered Light Continued To Push The Darkness Into The Shadows As They Held Each Other And Kissed And Pushed Each Others Darkness Into The Corner, Believing In Each Others Light, Each Others Dream.

No Matter How Beautiful The Outside May Be, The Inside Still Has Feelings And Needs That Just Words Don't Fulfill.

People In Germany Are Very, Very Responsive To The Readings.