Risk Discomfort And Solitude For Understanding.

On Paper I Would Be A Rather Bold Individual In Our Culture.

If We Accept That We Are All Cut From The Same Genetic Cloth, All Cultures Share The Same Genius. And Whether That Genius Is Placed Into Technological Wizardry Which Has Been Our Great Achievement, Or, By Contrast, Placed Into The Unraveling Of Complex Threads Of Memory Inherent In A Myth Is Simply A Matter Of Choice.

To Have That Powder Blown Up Your Nose Is Rather Like Being Shot Out Of A Rifle Barrel Lined With Baroque Paintings And Landing On A Sea Of Electricity.

The Surface Of The Earth Itself Is An Immense Loom Upon Which The Sun Weaves The Fabric Of Existence.

So Be Patient. Do Not Compromise. And Give Your Destiny Time To Find You.