I Don't Think Anything Changes

I'm The Result Of Upbringing, Class, Race, Gender, Social Prejudices, And Economics. So I'm A Victim Again. A Result.

We Must Look Back Over Our Lives And Look At Some Of The Accidents And Curiosities And Oddities And Troubles And Sicknesses And Begin To See More In Those Things Than We Saw Before. It Raises Questions, So That When Peculiar Little Accidents Happen, You Ask Whether There Is Something Else At Work In Your Life.

The Comic Spirit Masquerades In All Things We Say And Do. We Are Each A Clown And Do Not Need To Put On A White Face.

Each Morning, We Return From The Dream Soul Trying To Adjust To The Day World, That Moment When The Two Souls Exchange Places In The Driver’s Seat.

Until The Culture Recognizes The Legitimacy Of Growing Down, Each Person In The Culture Struggles Blindly To Make Sense Of The Darkness That The Soul Requires To Deepen Into Life.