Words, Like Angels, Are Powers Which Have

Not Just Any Talk Is Conversation; Not Any Talk Raises Consciousness. Good Conversation Has An Edge: It Opens Your Eyes To Something, Quickens Your Ears. And Good Conversation Reverberates: It Keeps On Talking In Your Mind Later In The Day; The Next Day, You Find Yourself Still Conversing With What Was Said. That Reverberation Afterward Is The Very Raising Of Consciousness; Your Mind's Been Moved. You Are At Another Level With Your Reflections.

We Need To Get Back To Trusting Our Emotional Rapport With Children, To Seeing A Child's Beauty And Singling That Child Out. That's How The Mentor System Works - You're Caught Up In The Fantasy Of Another Person. Your Imagination And Their Come Together.

If There Were A God Of New York, It Would Be The Greek's Hermes, The Roman's Mercury. He Embodies New York Qualities: The Quick Exchange, The Fastness Of Language And Style, Craftiness, The Mixing Of People And Crossing Of Borders, Imagination.

You May Not Become A Celebrity. You May Even Experience Lots Of Illness Or Divorce, Or Unhappiness. But I Think There Is Still A Thread Of Individual Character That Determines How You Live Through Those Things.

To Hope For Nothing, To Expect Nothing, To Demand Nothing. This Is Analytical Despair.