We Even Make Ourselves Up, Fusing What

Everyone Has Doors In The Living Room Of Their Lives That They Assume Are Locked. Doors That Lead To Artistic Expression. People Say "i Have No Talent -- I Can't Dance Or Sing Or Paint Or Write Poetry Or Play An Instrument." More Often Than Not The Doors Are Not Locked, Just Closed. One May Turn The Handle, Open The Door And Pass Through Into A Larger Life Space.

Share Everything. Don't Take Things That Aren't Yours. Put Things Back Where You Found Them.

Manuals Have Their Uses ... But They Are Not To Be Confused With Living.

The Heart Will Turn To A Prune If Love Is Always By The Numbers. How Will You Know If Someone Really Loves You If They Only Meet Your Expectations And Not Your Needs?

And I’m Not Confused About The Lack Of, Or The Need For, Imagination In Low Or High Places. We Could Do Better We Must Do Better. There Are Far Worse Things To Drop On People Than Crayolas.