Meaning Grows In The Mind, But The

God Is Love, I Said, But Art's The Possibility Of Forms, And Shadows Are The Source Of Identity.

I Was Pulled This Way And That For Longer Than I Can Remember. And My Problem Was That I Always Tried To Go In Everyone's Way But My Own. I Have Also Been Called One Thing And Then Another While No One Really Wished To Hear What I Called Myself. So After Years Of Trying To Adopt The Opinions Of Others I Finally Rebelled. I Am An Invisible Man.

Everywhere I've Turned Somebody Has Wanted To Sacrifice Me For My Own Good—only /they/ Were The Ones Who Benefited. And Now We Start On The Old Sacrificial Merry-go-round. At What Point Do We Stop?

In Order To Travel Far You Have To Be Detached.

America Is Woven Of Many Strands. I Would Recognize Them And Let It So Remain.