We must remember that art is art.
Well, on the other hand, water is water, isn't it?
And east is east, and west is west.
And if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce, they taste much more like prunes than rubarb does.
Now, uh... now you tell me what you know.
The less I know, the less I need to know.
I'm working on un-knowing.
I know that my senses provide me with my own personal experience of an extetnal world that’s much grander than what my senses can provide.
I know that I exist, I don’t know about any of you, though.
I know that none of us make it out of here alive.
The weird part is that I take comfort in that.