Remember that you are this universe and that this universe is you.

If we cry more tears we will ruin the land with salt; instead let's praise that which would distract us with despair. Make a song for death, a song for yellow teeth and bad breath

The saxophone is so human. Its tendency is to be rowdy, edgy, talk too loud, bump into people, say the wrong words at the wrong time, but then, you take a breath all the way from the center of the earth and blow. All that heartache is forgiven. All that love we humans carry makes a sweet, deep sound and we fly a little.

True power does not amass through the pain and suffering of others.

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

I listen to the gunfire we cannot hear, and begin this journey with the light of knowing the root of my own furious love.

Remember that you are this universe and that this universe is you.