to own is not to surround Three thoughts I commonly have are as follows;

1) the world is going to be what it is with or without me,
2) it's only man's fear that carries him on. (And by this I get frightened about the fact that it might literally be only the fear of death, the fear of not living, that creates the life trails man tramples.)
3) i think I can handle just about any level of seriousness when it comes to severely true musical playing.

I go on my days, and not much can really knock these 3 thoughts down, they sit above most of which happens to my body as it portends the glide. Then I listen to Fushitsusha and I know I was wrong about the third thing.  ¶ 10:02 PM