That's starting to depress me about UFOs. The fact that they cross galaxies...and always end up in places like Fyfe, Alabama.

I don't like anything in the mainstream and they don't like me.

I was always 'awake'...Some part of me clamoring for NEW insights and NEW ways to make the world a better place.

I believe it is our own misperceptions of who we really are that leads to every self-created hell you'll find in this world.

People say to me, Hey, Bill, the war made us feel better about ourselves. Really? What kind of people are these with such low self-esteem that they need a war to feel better about themselves? May I suggest, instead of a war to feel better about yourself, perhaps... sit-ups? Maybe a fruit cup? Eight glasses of water a day?

Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one.

What kind of people are these with such low self-esteem that they need a war to feel better about themselves?