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.

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

I wondered what else in my life I perceived to be wrong or difficult instead of exploring to understand the true purpose.

We are all one, learning strength from weakness.

New things cannot come where there is no room.

I had not found a new religion but I had found a new faith.

The time has come to listen to the frightened moans of our fellow brothers and sisters and indeed the earth itself is in pain.