Turns Out It Was Mostly A Lie.

I Recognize That I Have The Ability To Be Selfish, But I Also Recognize That You Can't Be Happy If You Only Care About Yourself At The Expense Of Other People.

What It Felt To Me Was Like The Dissolution Of My Idea Of Myself. I Felt Like Separateness Evaporated. I Felt This Tremendous Sense Of Oneness. I'm Quite An Erratic Thinker, Quite An Adrenalized Person, But Through Meditation, I Found This Beautiful Serenity And Selfless Connection. My Tendency Towards Selfishness, I Felt That Kind Of Exposed As A Superficial And Pointless Perspective To Have. I Felt Very Relaxed, A Sense Of Oneness. I Felt Love.

It Seems To Me That Actual Democracy Is Where All Of Us Get To Participate And It's Not Just A Sort Of A Blunt Little Dry Hump In A Ballot Box, But An Actual Penetrative Process.

If You Have No Brothers And Sisters It Defines You For Life; Even When You're Thirty You Refer To Yourself As An Only Child.

Revolt In Whatever Way We Want, With The Spontaneity Of The London Rioters, With The Certainty And Willingness To Die Of Religious Fundamentalists Or With The Twinkling Mischief Of The Trickster... Take To The Streets, Together, With The Understanding That The Feeling That You Aren't Being Heard Or Seen Or Represented Isn't Psychosis; It's Government Policy.