You Too Must Seek The Sun.

When You Notice Something Clearly And See It Vividly, It Then Becomes Sacred.

I Heard You Asking Questions Of Each: Who Killed The Pork Chops? What Price Bananas? Are You My Angel?

I Don't Think There Is Any Truth. There Are Only Points Of View.

I Really Believe, Or Want To Believe, Really I Am Nuts, Otherwise I'll Never Be Sane.

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