Words, Like Angels, Are Powers Which Have

The Psyche Is Highly Flammable Material. So We Are Always Wrapping Things In Asbestos, Keeping Our Images And Fantasies At Arm's Length Because They Are So Full Of Love

In The Cosmology That's Behind Psychology, There Is No Reason For Anyone To Be Here Or Do Anything.

Beauty Is Something Everybody Longs For, Needs, And Tries To Obtain In Some Way - Whether Through Nature, Or A Man Or A Woman, Or Music, Or Whatever. The Soul Yearns For It. Psychology Seems To Have Forgotten That.

The Circumstances, Including My Body And My Parents, Whom I May Curse, Are My Soul's Own Choice And I Do Not Understand This Because I Have Forgotten

The Gift Of An Image Is That It Provides A Place To Watch Your Soul.