The Cancer Of Time Is Eating Us

Art Is Only A Means To Life, The Life More Abundant. It Merely Points The Way.

Reality Is Not Protected Or Defended By Laws, Proclamations, Ukases, Cannons And Armadas. Reality Is That Which Is Sprouting All The Time Out Of Death And Disintegration.

The Cradles Of Civilization Are The Putrid Sinks Of The World.

Voyages Are Accomplished Inwardly.

I Believe In Saying The Truth, Coming Out With It Cold, Shocking If Necessary, Not Disguising It.