“You see, Hansel and Gretel don’t just show up at the end of this story. They show up. And then they get their heads cut off. Just thought you’d like to know.”

You probably will one day know what this kind of guilt and shame feels like. And when that time comes, I hope you have the strength…to take advantage of the fire and reshape your own sword.

Once upon a time, fairy tales were AWESOME!

Home is where you can be yourself.

So thirsty,” Jack groaned. “So worried,”said the frog. I hope we don’t starve to death.” “Yes,”said Jill, “not starving to death would be nice.”

“I dont know. You just can’t.” “Oh.” This is, of course, the kind of inane conversation that occurs when people are slowly losing their minds.

But beware, dear reader. For we go out into the wide, wild world, looking to change, looking to grow, looking for wisdom. But wisdom is hard to come by, and once achieved, it is very easily lost.

There is this weird thing that happens, when you stop worrying so much about what other people think of you…you suddenly start seeing what you think of you.

“So would not thirsting to death,” said Jack “Thirsting isn’t even a word,” said Jill “It isn’t?” “No.” “Then what’s the word?”

You see, to find the brightest wisdom one must pass through the darkest zones. And through the darkest zones there can be no guide. No guide, that is, but courage

When you see yourselves face to face…’ said the third. ‘Then,’ the ravens intoned in unison, ‘you will have found what you truly seek.

The oven became hotter and hotter, and Hansel began to sweat. Then a delicious smell wafted to his nostrils. Oh no! he thought. I’m cooking! He sniffed at the air. And I smell delicious!

There is a certain kind of pain that can change you. Even the strongest sword, when placed in a raging fire, will soften and bend and change its form..

Especially when one is leaving the wide, wild world – and returning to the place you once fled.

I hope that you never will, but, since you’re a person, and therefore prone to making horrible, soul-splitting mistakes

Maybe I’ve been wanting the wrong things.

For, in life, it is in the darkest zones one finds the brightest beauty and the most luminous wisdom.

I never wanted to join fashion industry or being another Donna or another Dianne. I made clothes that I wanted to wear. I would cut, I would sew and I would wear, and it made me to feel better.

Let’s jump on board, and cut them to pieces.

I’m no communist.I’m a tax cutting Conservative. But I want a capitalism that is fairer to forgotten people.

The bandage will remain on the eyes of Justice as long as the Capitalist has the cut, shuffle, and deal.

You don’t become an ‘artist’ unless you’ve got something missing somewhere. Blaise Pascal called it a God-shaped hole.

Power, as it is, has a whole apparatus operating that goes about cutting down, closing doors, so that protests, exercises, platforms, and organizations, such as the Zapatistas, can’t grow further in the barrio.

Our times seem to be so much about redefining where we are physical and where we’re not.

America’s corporate and political elites now form a regime of their own and they’re privatizing democracy. All the benefits – the tax cuts, policies and rewards flow in one direction: up.