The End Comes When The Infinites Arrive.

I Kind Of Miss That "becoming" Stage, As Most Times You Really Don't Know What's Around The Corner. Now, Of Course, I've Kind Of Knocked On The Door And Heard A Muffled Answer. Nevertheless, I Still Don't Know What The Voice Is Saying, Or Even What Language It's In.

Is It Nice In Your Snowstorm- Freezing Your Brain? Do You Think That Your Face Looks The Same?

Trust Nothing But Your Own Experience.

I Could Never Have Done What I Did Without Being Involved With Lindsay Kemp's Company.

I Suspect That Dreams Are An Integral Part Of Existence, With Far More Use For Us Than We've Made Of Them...the Fine Line Between The Dream State And Reality Is At Times, For Me, Quite Grey.