It seems mutants have something in their lives called gravy. They know truth, but it is buried under thickening and spices of convenience, materialism, insecurity, and fear. They also have something called frosting. It seems to represent how they spend almost all the seconds of their existence in doing superficial, artificial, temporary, pleasant-tasting, nice appearing projects and spend very few actual seconds of their lives developing their eternal beingness.

We are all one, learning strength from weakness.

You either have faith or fear, not both. Things, they think, generate fear. The more things you have, the more you have to fear. Eventually you are living your life for things.

The less you take from the land, the less you owe in return.

...the limitations of my endurance were expanded over and over. At times I felt that if I did not sit down I would collapse. Then something would happen to attract my attention...miraculously, the distraction always provided wings, carrying new strength, a second wind.

A musician carries the music within him. He needs no specific instrument. he is the music.

It is necessary to shed old ideas, habits, opinions and even companions sometimes.