The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.

Music inflames temperament.

I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft.

There's the know. And there's the unknown. And what separates the two is the door, and that's what i wanta be. Ahh wanna be th' dooooooooorrr...

That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is....Most people love you for who you pretend to be....To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretense...It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image - they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it - they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.

You live you die and death not ends it.

The best songs just come unasked for. You don't have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.