Color, above all and perhaps even more than drawing, is a liberation.
I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken-down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.
Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
When the solution is simple, God is answering.
„Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.”
What’s considered to be true is fought over. Individuals search for truth but groups search for consensus—and society is the largest group. So the biggest problem we run into is this: What society wants for you is not always what’s good for you.
Color, above all and perhaps even more than drawing, is a liberation.
I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its components fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken-down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.
Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
When the solution is simple, God is answering.
„Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.”
What’s considered to be true is fought over. Individuals search for truth but groups search for consensus—and society is the largest group. So the biggest problem we run into is this: What society wants for you is not always what’s good for you.