It is precisely the despair of our times that convinces me that a renaissance is right around the corner.

I played football for a huge portion of my life, all the way through college actually.

Beauty saves. Beauty heals. Beauty motivates. Beauty unites. Beauty returns us to our origins, and here lies the ultimate act of saving, of healing, of overcoming dualism.

Healthy mysticism praises acts of letting go, of being emptied, of getting in touch with the space inside and expanding this until it merges with the space outside. Space meeting space; empty pouring into empty. Births happen from that encounter with emptiness, nothingness. . . . Let us not fight emptiness and nothingness, but allow it to penetrate us even as we penetrate it.

The prophets preach . . . that pleasure, not will-power and coercion, is how you most deeply transform people.

There is no end to the beauty for the person who is aware. Even the cracks between the sidewalk contain geometric patterns of amazing beauty.

Having a studio tell you when to jump and how high eight months of the year for six years is not a relationship I want to get into again.