No excuses will suffice or be accepted by those who inherit our legacy. I must insist upon my own truth and my own love, especially when that truth and that love will carry me across the borders of my own tribe, or I will wither in the narrow cold light of my own eyes. Every society honors its live conformists and its dead troublemakers. We log to infinity because we need everything that's out there. It's ours, it's out there, and we need it all.
Advertising is the rattling of a stick inside a swill bucket.
Two weeks later, another insight also changed my life. I was working in the Central District, at the Prince Building, which has many prestigious shops. It was lunch time, and as I was passing, I could see that it was under renovation. The ceiling was torn down, exposing many wires and pipes of different colors. At the very moment when my eyes caught sight of this, I felt that if I tore my skin off, it would be exactly the same as the uncovered ceiling.