And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.
Dude, this is a stoner conversation and we're not even high
Reason was for suckers and Presbyterians.
Who the heck is Don Quick-oats?
We have traveled through space and time. We have been many places. Visited many worlds. And there is good news: the acoustics everywhere are terrific.
Or perhaps it is some combination of spirit and desire, love and hope, some alchemy that we each possess and can put to use, if we first know where to look without flinching.