I notice that when I feel the most disconnected, once I'm done blaming the moon and everything else, I can see that I am so mired in identification with form and ego and story and identity, and that if I want to, I can read some scripture or read some spiritual book or pray or meditate or sit in the sun or hang around the birds and the dogs, and get a real objective sense of what's really going on here. That usually softens things.

I understand that people are afraid. Because I think censorship is about fear. It's just fear being projected onto art.

You are a worksmith and who cares for his brothers, whos not seduced by illusions or fair weather friends.

When I was 11 years old and I was on a road trip with my family. I turned to my dad and said, "Do you believe in Adam and Eve?" And he said he didn't think so. I remember that felt like a slap in the face, because if my parents questioned Adam and Eve, then they potentially questioned everything within Catholicism. Eventually that idea led to my feeling liberated, but at that time it was very scary.

Love is thick and it swallows me whole.

What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept? What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?

Is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theatre?