I understand that when people read my books that there's something there - but I don't identify with it.

Those who are driven by poverty, those who're free from material worries hunger exhausting labor a joyless existence ask the same question, the question of meaning.

But : We're still human. Human because we keep on battling against all these horrors, the horrors caused and not caused by us. We battle not in order to stay alive, that would be too materalistic, for we are body and spirit, but in order to love each other.

I find waiting unbearable because it makes me passive and negates me. I hate being nothing.

Some of the stuff about Yogi energy is really fascinating.

Thats what the right-wing is good at: figuring out the left wing.

Well, fear and homophobia are both pervasive.