An Angel Once Told Me,

Life Is A Wave Of Creative Consciousness Rippling Through Space And Time That We Have The Honor Of Aesthetically Surfing.

Journeying Through Secret Doors, Curving Corridors, And Connecting Rooms Into The Mountain Was Like Being Digested By The Different Organs Of A Deity.

In A Society That Tries To Standardize Thinking, Individuality Is Not Highly Prized.

You Are One With The Same Force That Provides The Spiral Arms Of The Galaxy. That Universal Creativity. It's Also What You Are As Well. And When The Mystic Eye Is Open And Sees That, A Person Is Forever Changed !

It Was 1975. I Had Spent The Year At The Boston Museum School Doing Some Very Bizarre Performance Works. The Last One Included Going To The North Magnetic Pole And Spending All Of My Money.