The Presence Of God Is The Finest

I'm Not A Consumer. I Hate Buying Clothes. I Don't Have A Mobile. I Just Don't Need Things. I Don't Like Things.

How Does One Say In The Jargon Of Musicology That My Sould Was Pulled Out Of Me And Thrown Up In The Air, To Be Tossed About By The Music. How Does One Say That I Breathed, That I Existed, In Harmony With The Ups And Downs Of Those Notes. What Kind Of Notes Both Elevate And Cast Down, Exalt And Crush?

Jesus, Mary, Muhammad And Vishnu, How Good To See You Richard Parker!

You May Not Believe In Life, But I Don't Believe In Death. Move On!

I Felt I Was Beating A Rainbow To Death