I suspect there will never be a requiem for a dream, simply because it will destroy us before we have the opportunity to mourn it's passing.

My writing is inspired by just about everything, yet I am unaware of so much of the process.

I think Mozart, like you, is an example of someone who has the gods moving through him, and his religion was creation.

I don't know how to make the critics happy!

Obviously, I believe that to pursue the American Dream is not only futile but self-destructive because ultimately it destroys everything and everyone involved with it. By definition it must, because it nurtures everything except those things that are important: integrity, ethics, truth, our very heart and soul. Why? The reason is simple: because Life/life is giving, not getting.

However they may have felt when they left they were now committed, they had passed the point of no return.

They luxuriated in the feeling of deep and all pervading satisfaction, a feeling of knowing absolutely that all was well with the world and them and that the world was not only their oyster it was also their linguine with clam sauce. Not only were all things possible, but all things were theirs.