Death Makes Angels Of Us All.

I Offer Images-i Conjure Memories Of Freedom That Can Still Be Reached-like The Doors, Right? But We Can Only Open The Doors-we Can't Drag People Through.

People Are Terrified To Be Set Free - They Hold On To Their Chains. They Fight Anyone Who Tries To Break Those Chains. It's Their Security... How Can They Expect Me Or Anyone Else To Set Them Free If They Don't Really Want To Be Free?

I Love The Friends I Have Gathered Together On This Thin Raft.

I Think People Resist Freedom Because They're Afraid Of The Unknown. But It's Ironic....that Unknown Was Once Very Well Known. It's Where Our Souls Belong....the Only Solution Is To Confront Them - Confront Yourself - With The Greatest Fear Imaginable. Expose Yourself To Your Deepest Fear. After That, Fear Has No Power, And Fear Of Freedom Shrinks And Vanishes. You Are Free.

Where Are The Feasts We Were Promised? Where Is The Wine, The New Wine, Dying On The Vine.