We Don't Have A Language For The

We Don't See Things As They Are, We See Them As We Are.

In Each Studio There Is A Human Being Dressed In The Full Regalia Of His Myth Fearing To Expore A Vulnerable Opening, Spreading Not His Charms But His Defences, Plotting To Disrobe, Somewhere Along The Night-- His Body Without The Aperture Of The Heart Or His Heart With A Door Closed To His Body. Thus Keeping One Compartment For Refuge, One Uninvaded Cell.

Anxiety Is Love's Greatest Killer, Because It Is Like The Stranglehold Of The Drowning.

The Human Father Has To Be Confronted And Recognized As Human, As Man Who Created A Child And Then, By His Absence, Left The Child Fatherless And Then Godless.

I Stopped Loving My Father A Long Time Ago. What Remained Was The Slavery To A Pattern.