Metonymy into dinner-party chat back at London beach. I
Art is not about itself but the attention we bring to it.
It's a funny thing about life, once you begin to take note of the things you are grateful for, you begin to lose sight of the things that you lack.
Movement is knowledge. Art is perception
The highway of grace will get you somewhere a whole lot faster then the freeway of spite.
It is childish to eat primarily or only to please your tongue.
Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal.
Today I am even richer.
God is not a cosmic bellboy for whom we can press a button to get things.
It's the sound of the sea that makes you believe in mermaids.
Not all things can be expressed through words, not all the words reflect the truth.
