To the artist is sometimes granted a sudden transient insight which serves in this matter for experience. A flash and where previously the brain held a dead fact the soul grasps a living truth! At moments we are all artists.
We shall never have more time. We have and always had all the time there...
It evolved from my experience in the fifties growing up during the McCarthy...
Happiness is a ball after which we run wherever it rolls and we push it with our feet when it stops.
