Why do I live in the desert? Because the desert is the *locus Dei*.
I must confess that I know nothing whatsoever about true underlying reality, never having met any.
Music is a savage art, a measured madness.
Of course I litter the public highway. Every chance I get. After all, it's not the beer cans that are ugly; it's the highway that is ugly.
The distrust of wit is the beginning of tyranny.
Truth is always the enemy of power. And power the enemy of truth.