The subject says: I see first many things which dance... then everything gradually becomes connected.

In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck --- it rises.

Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.

No one thought up being. He who thinks he has, step forward.

A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.

Death Makes Angels of us all.