Granted That I Must Die, How Shall

There Is A Certain Point Of Unity Within The Self, And Between The Self And Its World, Certain Complicity And Magnetic Mating, A Certain Harmony, That Conscious Mind And Will Cannot Direct. Perhaps Analysis And The Separate Mastery Of Each Element Are Required Before The Instincts Are Ready To Assume Command, But Only At First. Command By Instinct Is Swifter, Subtler, Deeper, More Accurate, More In Touch With Reality Than Command By Conscious Mind. The Discovery Takes One's Breath Away.

Even Rock Stars Are Entitled To Privacy.

We Talk About A Civilization And Love And We're Seeing It At The End. So Many People Around The World Are - That Whole Electronic Band That Dostoyevsky Imagined Of Love Around The World - That Every Contribution, Every Moment Of Love, Every Act Of Kindness Feeds That And Is Like A Reservoir For Somebody In Need To Draw Upon.

Tradition Lives Because Young People Come Along Who Catch Its Romance And Add New Glories To It.

Our Capacity For Self-deception Has No Known Limits