I Am Going To Write My Symphony;

You Have Never Tasted Freedom, Friend, Or You Would Know It Is Purchased Not With Gold, But Steel.

A Cavalryman's Horse Should Be Smarter Than He Is. But The Horse Must Never Be Alowed To Know This.

As Resistance Works To Keep Us From Becoming Who We Were Born To Be, Equal And Opposite Powers Are Counterpoised Against It. These Are Our Allies And Angels.

Fear Doesn't Go Away. The Battle Must Be Fought Anew Every Day.

It Is A Commonplace Among Artists And Children At Play That They're Not Aware Of Time Or Solitude While They're Chasing Their Vision. The Hours Fly. The Sculptress And The Tree-climbing Tyke Both Look Up Blinking When Mom Calls, 'suppertime!'