A
baby is born into this world in a state of fear. Total paranoia and
awareness. He sees the world with eyes not used yet. As he grows up,
his parents lay all this stuff on him. They tell him, when they
should be letting him tell them. Let the children lead you.
Look
down at me and you see a fool; look up at me and you see a god; look
straight at me and you see yourself.
Anything
you see in me is in you. If you want to see a vicious killer, that's
who you'll see, do you understand that? If you see me as your
brother, that's what I'll be. It all depends on how much love you
have. I am you, and when you can admit that, you will be free. I am
just a mirror.
We're
all our own prisons, we are each all our own wardens and we do our
own time. I can't judge anyone else. What other people do is not
really my affair unless they approach me with it. Prison's in your
mind. Can't you see I'm free?
A
lot of you young people, even though you go through college, you
still don’t understand that courtroom. That courtroom is the court
of the kings and lords of the world. We as human beings can invoke
the ground here called the United States of America. And the reason
our system has perpetuated in such a way is because all the powers of
Europe and England and monarchies and all those big people; we have
come over here and started another world where each man in the United
States has that power because he has that courtroom. That courtroom
belongs to every human being in the United States. And if you take
that courtroom away from one human being, you’re taking that
courtroom away from all human beings. Then what follows is you got
kings and queens of yesterday – they’re gonna come and play
croquet with your heads. They’re gonna take your courtrooms.
They’re gonna take your money and they’re gonna take your
country. They’re gonna take your resources. They’re gonna rip you
off in every way you can think of because you didn’t give your own
children the benefit of the courtroom that your fathers fought in
battles and died for.
Will
of God.. whatever you wanna call it.. you call it Jesus,
call it Mohammed,
call it goobybob, call it nuclear mind, call it blow the world up,
call it your heart. Whatever you wanna call it, it's still music to
me. It's there. It's the will of life.
I've
been 15 years in the nut ward, for trying to stop the trees from
being cut down, from trying to rearrange the lifestyle of a bunch of
people who don't want to change. But they're gonna change because a
cold wind is blowing. You're gonna change or else there's going to be
no life left on the planet Earth.
I'm
nobody. I'm a tramp, a bum, a hobo. I'm a boxcar and a jug of wine,
and a straight razor if you get too close to me.
You
know, a long time ago being crazy meant something. Nowadays
everybody's crazy.
Progress?
There's no such thing as progress. There's only change. You dig a
hole in the ground, you build up a city, and you fight a war, and you
call it progress?
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