...to Be Paid For One's Joy Is

I Had A Period In My Life, Maybe A Decade Or So, In Which I Was Involved In That Kind Of Thing, Associating With The Elite Of Various Segments Of Society. It Always Made Me Extremely Uncomfortable. I Couldn't Wait To Get Out Of There And Change My Clothes. The Good Part About That Was Getting Home And Changing Into My Regular Clothes. Taking Off The Suit And The Tie, Taking Off The Tight Shoes, And Just Relaxing. Being Away From That Stuff. It Was Stimulating, But I Never Liked It. I Always Felt It Was A Terrible, Terrible Burden.

...i Returned To Walking Up The Mountain, And There, In The Dim Asexual Beauty Of Reddening Dawns And Skies That Firmed To Blue, I Discovered My Real And Appropriate Strengths.

...this Marvelous Graceful Thing, This Joy Of Physics, This Perfect Balance Between Rebellion And Obedience, Is God's Own Signature On Earth.

Marxists Are People Whose Insides Are Torn Up Day After Day Because They Want To Rule The World And No One Will Even Publish Their Letter To The Editor.

If It Weren't For Music, I Would Think That Love Is Mortal.