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There Are Two Kinds Of Music. One Comes From The Strings Of A Guitar, The Other From The Strings Of The Heart. One Sound Comes From A Chamber Orchestra, The Other From The Beating Of The Heart's Chamber. One Comes From An Instrument Of Graphite And Wood, The Other From An Organ Of Flesh And Blood. This Loftier Music I Speak Of Tonight Is More Pleasing Than The Notes Of The Most Gifted Composers, More Moving Than A Marching Band, More Harmonious Than A Thousand Voices Joined In Hymn And More Powerful Than All The World's Percussion Instruments Combined. That Sweet Sound Of Love.

Please Go For Your Dreams. Whatever Your Ideals, You Can Become Whatever You Want To Become.

Out Of The Bliss Comes Magic, Wonderment And Creativity.

Yet, Instead Of Loving Our Children More, We Install Metal Detectors In Our Schools.

I Have The Greatest Fans In The World. I Love Them.. All Of Them, I Really Do.