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Artists Recognize Other Artists As Soon As The Pencil Begins To Move.

How Could Anyone Stay Sane With Entire Lifetimes Stored In One Human Mind?

I Think All The Simple Things Can And Do Still Work - Holding Your Child's Hand While Walking Across The Street Will Do It. But We Can Hardly Hear It For All The Noise Which Has Turned Love Into A Cliche, And Most People Can't Even Hear John Lennon's "all You Need Is Love" Anymore Without Wincing.

The Life Of A Poet Lies Not Merely In The Finite Language-dance Of Expression But In The Nearly Infinite Combinations Of Perception And Memory Combined With The Sensitivity To What Is Perceived And Remembered.

What, After All, Is More Real To Us Than The Geography Of Our Childhoods?