My Efforts With Hollywood Are Like Things

From My Stone Pillow I Have Dreamed Dreams Of The Mortal World Above. I Have Heard Its Voices, Its New Music, As Lullabies As I Lie In My Grave. I Have Envisioned Its Fantastical Discoveries. I Have Known Its Courage In The Timeless Sanctum Of My Thoughts. And Though It Shuts Me Out With Its Dazzling Forms, I Long For One With The Strength To Roam It Fearlessly, To Ride The Devil's Road Through Its Heart.

Sweet To Think On It, That When We Are Last Weary Of All This World There Is The Rising Sun

I Have To Move Away From Organized Religion. The Toxic Confusion And Anger I Was Feeling In Church Had Become Too Great.

Your Love To Others, And Their Love For You, That The Increase Of Love In Life Itself Around You, Is What Matters.

We All Suffer Under A Curse, The Curse That We Know More Than We Can Endure, And There Is Nothing, Absolutely Nothing We Can Do About The Force And The Lure Of This Knowledge.