The Secret Of Joy Is The Mastery

It Is The Function Of Art To Renew Our Perception. What We Are Familiar With We Cease To See. The Writer Shakes Up The Familiar Scene, And, As If By Magic, We See A New Meaning In It.

Life Is What We Make It, Always Has Been, Always Will Be...including Our Perception. Of It

I Postpone Death By Living, By Suffering, By Error, By Risking, By Giving, By Losing.

Life Is A Full Circle, Widening Until It Joins The Circle Motions Of The Infinite.

There Is A Fissure In My Vision And Madness Will Always Rush Through.