And I looked,' Pyrlig said to me, 'and I saw a pale horse, and the rider's name was death.' I just stared in amazement. 'It's in the gospel book,' he explained sheepishly, 'and it just cam to mind.

It's such a blessing when you accidentally meet an oracle or diviner, who encourage you to take up things what you love the most. And you just go for it. Because nothing else can matter, only quality of beauty and artistry, or at least as long as there is anything that activates your senses. When you are born to be a pleasure-seeker, then only fools can smell a conspiracy close by.

Just remember, in the winter, far beneath the winter's snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love, in the spring, becomes the rose.

I've seen the future! It's a bald-headed man from New York!

You may say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us and the world will live as one.