Utopia Is The Process Of Making A

We Dream, We Wake On A Cold Hillside, We Pursue The Dream Again. In The Beginning Was The Dream, And The Work Of Disenchantment Never Ends.

Beauty Is Power And Elegance, Right Action, Form Fitting Function, Intelligence, And Reasonability. And Very Often Expressed In Curves.

And In This Curious State I Had The Realization, At The Moment Of Seeing That Stranger There, That I Was A Person Like Everybody Else. That I Was Known By My Actions And Words, That My Internal Universe Was Unavailable For Inspection By Others. They Didn't Know. They Didn't Know, Because I Never Told Them.

Rock Is Much More Malleable Than Ideas.

Easier To Destroy The World Than To Change Capitalism Even One Little Bit.