some people say there is no cosmic plan,
that we are of little consequence brought up to chance.
they claim there's nothing bigger than ourselves,
that we should never bow to somebody else.
but if that were the case,
why does my heart crave
to be for something greater?
and if that were the truth,
why is my soul moved,
to glorify my creator?
Gagosian Liga says:
"We all admire the spangled acrobat with classical grace meticulously walking his tight rope in the talcum light; but how much rarer art there is in the sagging rope expert wearing scarecrow clothes and impersonating a grotesque drunk! I should know." (Vladimir Nabokov) Thank you for your friendship! Musical greetings from Munich/Germany! Feel free to download my music!
posted Nov 28