In The End, This World

Throughout Much Of Our Lives, Our Association With The Temporary Has Risen. This Transitory Body, A Sack Of Bones And Flesh, Is Considered Erroneously As Our True Body And We Have Accepted This Temporary Condition As Conclusive.

The Beatles Exist Apart From My Self. I Am Not Really Beatle George. Beatle George Is Like A Suit Or Shirt That I Once Wore On Occasion And Until The End Of My Life People May See That Shirt And Mistake It For Me.

There's A Fire That Burns Away The Lies, Manifesting In The Spiritual Eye.

Sometimes, You Release An Album And The Record Company Just About Ignores It, And So Many People Don't Even Know It's Out. And I'm Not About To Jump Up And Down Shouting, "hey Folks, Look At Me! I'm Cool And Groovy!" That's Not What George Harrison Is All About.

All The World Is Birthday Cake, So Take A Piece, But Not Too Much.