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You Remember Too Much," My Mother Said To Me Recently. "why Hold Onto All That?" And I Said, "where Can I Put It Down?

Everything Depends On Liking The People And Trusting The People. You Have To Assume That Whatever They Do Will Be As Good As You Want The Thing To Be And Just Go Ahead With That.

Why Does Tragedy Exist? Because You Are Full Of Rage. Why Are You Full Of Rage? Because You Are Full Of Grief.

Now Every Mortal Has Pain And Sweat Is Constant, But If There Is Anything Dearer Than Being Alive, It's Dark To Me. We Humans Seem Disastrously In Love With This Thing (whatever It Is) That Glitters On The Earth-- We Call It Life. We Know No Other. The Underworld's A Blank And All The Rest Just Fantasy.

Meanwhile Music Pounded / Across Hearts Opening Every Valve To The Desperate Drama Of Being / A Self In A Song.