The Greatness Of Art Is Not To

We Are All God's Creatures-that We Pray To God For Mercy And Justice While We Continue To Eat The Flesh Of Animals That Are Slaughtered On Our Account Is Not Consistent.

God Is A Writer And We Are Both The Heroes And The Readers.

The Very Essence Of Literature Is The War Between Emotion And Intellect, Between Life And Death. When Literature Becomes Too Intellectual - When It Begins To Ignore The Passions, The Emotions - It Becomes Sterile, Silly, And Actually Without Substance.

While The Poet Entertains He Continues To Search For Eternal Truths, For The Essence Of Being. In His Own Fashion He Tries To Solve The Riddle Of Time And Change, To Find An Answer To Suffering, To Reveal Love In The Very Abyss Of Cruelty And Injustice. Strange As These Words May Sound I Often Play With The Idea That When All The Social Theories Collapse And Wars And Revolutions Leave Humanity In Utter Gloom, The Poet--whom Plato Banned From His Republic--may Rise Up To Save Us All.

I Did Not Become A Vegetarian For My Health, I Did It For The Health Of The Chickens.