I Don't Work On My Sabbath. I

All Of Us Grow Up In Particular Realities - A Home, Family, A Clan, A Small Town, A Neighborhood. Depending Upon How We're Brought Up, We Are Either Deeply Aware Of The Particular Reading Of Reality Into Which We Are Born, Or We Are Peripherally Aware Of It.

Art Is Whether Or Not There Is A Scream In Him Wanting To Get Out In A Special Way.

Truth Has To Be Given In Riddles. People Can't Take Truth If It Comes Charging At Them Like A Bull. The Bull Is Always Killed. You Have To Give People The Truth In A Riddle, Hide It So They Go Looking For It And Find It Piece By Piece; That Way They Learn To Live With It.

…everything Has A Past. Everything – A Person, An Object, A Word, Everything. If You Don’t Know The Past, You Can’t Understand The Present And Plan Properly For The Future.

I'm Not Altogether Certain That A Fundamentalism Of Necessity Has To Argue That It Is The Only Reading Of The Human Experience In Order To Stay Alive.