In less than a century we experienced great movement. The youth movement! The labor movement! The civil rights movement! The peace movement! The solidarity movement! The women's movement! The disability movement! The disarmament movement! The gay rights movement! The environmental movement! Movement! Transformation! Is there any reason to believe we are done?

Why do we kill people who are killing people to show that killing people is wrong?

Time has passed through me and become a song.

Like any art, the creation of self is both natural and seemingly impossible. It requires training as well as magic.

Part of being an artist is being willing to be shocked, being willing to be surprised, being willing to be hurt.

We who are interested in relative truth have to keep digging for it and not let ourselves be sucked under.

It doesn't take long to sum up the major theses of most popular music: he loves me; he left me; I need him; I needed him, but now I need his best friend. Rather limited scope.