The World Is In Such A Bad

Music Is A Plane Of Wisdom, Because Music Is A Universal Language, It Is A Language Of Honor, It Is A Noble Precept, A Gift Of The Airy Kingdom, Music Is Air, A Universal Existence Common To All The Living.

It's Such A Tragedy That Man Endures In Killing His Brother And His Own Kind, Putting Him In Jail And Insane Asylums, Letting Him Lay Out In The Street.

At First There Was Nothingthen Nothing Turned Itself Inside-out And Became Something

I Have Many Names; Some Call Me Mr. Ra, Others Call Me Mr. Re, You Can Call Me Mr. Mystery.

I Think Of Myself As A Complete Mystery. To Myself.