You're Either Part Of The Solution Or

History Could Pass For A Scarlet Text, Its Jot And Title Graven Red In Human Blood.

And Why Does It Make You Sad To See How Everything Hangs By Such Thin And Whimsical Threads? Because You’re A Dreamer, An Incredible Dreamer, With A Tiny Spark Hidden Somewhere Inside You Which Cannot Die, Which Even You Cannot Kill Or Quench And Which Tortures You Horribly Because All The Odds Are Against Its Continual Burning. In The Midst Of The Foulest Decay And Putrid Savagery, This Spark Speaks To You Of Beauty, Of Human Warmth And Kindness, Of Goodness, Of Greatness, Of Heroism, Of Martyrdom, And It Speaks To You Of Love.

The Twist Was A Guided Missile, Launched From The Ghetto Into The Very Heart Of Suburbia. The Twist Succeeded, As Politics, Religion, And Law Could Never Do, In Writing In The Heart And Soul What The Supreme Court Could Only Write On The Books.

I Know That Sometimes People Fake On Each Other Out Of Genuine Motives To Hold Onto The Object Of Their Tenderest Feelings. They See Themselves As So Inadequate That They Feel Forced To Wear A Mask In Order To Continuously Impress The Other. I Do Not Want To "hold" You, I Want You To "stay" Out Of Your Own Need For Me.

You're Either Part Of The Solution Or You're Part Of The Problem.