Meaning Grows In The Mind, But The

Light Confirms My Reality, Gives Birth To My Form...without Light I Am Not Only Invisible But Formless As Well; And To Be Unaware Of One's Form Is To Live A Death...the Truth Is The Light And Light Is The Truth.

The Thing To Do Is To Exploit The Meaning Of The Life You Have.

And My Problem Was That I Always Tried To Go In Everyone's Way But My Own.

Our Task, Then Always, Is To Challenge The Apparent Forms Of Reality-that Is, The Fixed Manner And Values Of The Few, And To Struggle With It Until It Reveals Its Mad, Vari-implicated Chaos, Its False Face, And So On Until It Surrenders Its Insight, Its Truth.

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