Nothing Is Indeed "true."

I Think Perhaps Love Thrives On Unlikely Circumstances And Chance: Life Thrives On These Principles, And Is Life Not Love? And Love Not Life?

Some People Fall In Love And Touch The Sky. Some People Fall In Love And Find Quicksand. I Hover Somewhere In Between, I Swear, I Can't Make Up My Mind.

On A More Human Level, The Closest Things To Truths That I Have Been Able To Access Are Love, Art, And Play.

No Regrets. Never Never Any Regrets. Everything Has Been An Experience And Has Led To Me Now. Everything Has Been Important And Essential. Fear... I'm Afraid Of What People, Including Myself, Are Capable Of, But It Also Excites Me. I'm Afraid Of The Atrocities That We Are Capable Of And The Things That Can Happen If Everyone Makes Decisions Based On Fear.

Art Is Everywhere, And Everywhere Is Art.