New York Seems Conducted By

People Living Deeply Have No Fear Of Death.

Our Culture Made A Virtue Of Living Only As Extroverts. We Discouraged The Inner Journey, The Quest For A Center. So We Lost Our Center And Have To Find It Again.

All Those Who Try To Unveil The Mysteries Always Have Tragic Lives. At The End They Are Always Punished.

We Cannot Cure The Evils Of Politics With Politics.

Perhaps The Only Magician We Have Is The Artist.