The Sky Was The Color Of Edgar

If Love Eats The Donut, Does Time Eat The Hole?

Love Is Very Powerful, But It Has Limits And It's A Costly Mistake To Spread It Too Thin.

Like The Arthurian Years At Camelot, The Sixties Constituted A Breakthrough, A Fleeting Moment Of Glory, A Time When A Significant Little Chunk Of Humanity Briefly Realised Its Moral Potential And Flirted With Its Neurological Destiny, A Collective Spiritual Awakening That Flared Brilliantly Until The Barbaric And Mediocre Impulses Of The Species Drew Tight Once More The Curtains Of Darkness.

We Approach The Divine By Enlarging Our Souls And Lighting Up Our Brains.

Life Is Like A Stew, You Have To Stir It Frequently, Or All The Scum Rises To The Top.