I Have Respect For The Past, But

Step Off The Road. Build Yourself A Brand New Path.

Glory Falls Around Us As We Sob A Dirge Of Desolation On The Cross

I Am Always Talking About The Human Condition And About American Society In Particular: What It Is Like To Be Human, What Makes Us Weep, What Makes Us Fall And Stumble And Somehow Rise And Go On From Darkness Into Darkness And That Darkness Carpeted.

I Dreamt We Walked Together Along The Shore. We Made Satisfying Small Talk And Laughed. This Morning I Found Sand In My Shoe And A Seashell In My Pocket. Was I Only Dreaming?

I Refuse To Allow Any Man-made Differences To Separate Me From Any Other Human Beings.