One expected growth, change; without it, the world was less, the well of inspiration dried up, the muses fled.

I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile.

It's good to have mysteries. It reminds us that there's more to the world than just making do and having a bit of fun.

Growing up, I'd already decided I wanted to be a beatnik. A Bohemian poet, I thought. Or a musician. Maybe an artist. I'd dress in black turtlenecks and smoke Gitanes. I'd listen to cool jazz in clubs, getting up to read devastating truths from my notebook, leaning against the microphone, cigarette dangling from my hand.

Don't forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.

Seeing with open eyes, opens up minds. Thinking with open minds, opens up hearts. Living with open hearts, opens up new worlds.