What I Try To Point Out Is

Love Alone Is Not Enough. Without Imagination, Love Stales Into Sentiment, Duty, Boredom. Relationships Fail Not Because We Have Stopped Loving But Because We First Stopped Imagining.

In The Cosmology Behind Psychology, There Is No Reason For Anyone To Be Here Or To Do Anything... I'am An Accident - A Result - And Therefore A Victim... If I'm Only A Result Of Past Causes, Then I'm A Victim Of Those Past Causes.... Or, If You Look At It From The Sociological Perspective, I'm The Result Of Upbringing, Class, Race, Gender, Social Prejudices, And Economics. So I'm A Victim Again. A Result .

Art, For Example, Becomes "art Therapy." When Patients Make Music, It Becomes "music Therapy." When The Arts Are Used For "therapy" In This Way, They Are Degraded To A Secondary Position.

If There Were A God Of New York, It Would Be The Greek's Hermes, The Roman's Mercury. He Embodies New York Qualities: The Quick Exchange, The Fastness Of Language And Style, Craftiness, The Mixing Of People And Crossing Of Borders, Imagination.

We Vote For Perot. We Think He's A Great, Marvelous, Honest Man. We Send Money To His Campaign, Even Though He Is One Of The Richest Capitalists In Our Culture. Imagine, Sending Money To Perot! It's Unbelievable, Yet It's Part Of That Worship Of Individuality.