On Respect For The Queen: When I

I Also Quite Like To Be Recognized By Children; I Find It Sweet.

I Keep Hearing In My Head "you Are The Messiah, You Are The Messiah." I Think There's Something Wrong With My Headphones.

It Is Difficult To Feel Sympathy For These People. It Is Difficult To Regard Some Bawdy Drunk And See Them As Sick And Powerless. It Is Difficult To Suffer The Selfishness Of A Drug Addict Who Will Lie To You And Steal From You And Forgive Them And Offer Them Help. Can There Be Any Other Disease That Renders Its Victims So Unappealing?

The Only Systems We Can Afford To Employ Are Those That Rationally Serve The Planet First, Then All Humanity. Not Out Of Some Woolly, Bullshit Tree-hugging Piffle But Because We Live On It, Currently Without Alternatives.

I'm Quite A Neurotic Thinker, Quite An Adrenalized Person. But After Meditation, I Felt This Beautiful Serenity And Selfless Connection.