Stations And Airports Are Rehearsals

One Discovers That Destiny Can Be Diverted, That One Does Not Have To Remain In Bondage To The First Wax Imprint Made On Childhood Sensibilities. Once The Deforming Mirror Has Been Smashed, There Is A Possibility Of Wholeness. There Is A Possibility Of Joy.

There Is A Resemblance Between Men And Women, Not A Contrast. When A Man Begins To Recognize His Feeling, The Two Unite. When Men Accept The Sensitive Side Of Themselves, They Come Alive.

Either One Fails In One's Art Or In One's Life.

I Walk Ahead Of Myself In Perpetual Expectancy Of Miracles.

I Adore The Struggle You Carry In Yourself. I Adore Your Terrifying Sincerity.