At the end of the day the question comes, what are you doing for the world? You have to try to do something that's going to add something positive.
				Ideas? My head is full of them, one after the other, but they serve no purpose there. They must be put down on paper, one after the other.			
				
			I believe that the human race has developed a form of collective schizophrenia in which we are not only the slaves to this imposed thought behavior, but we are also the police force of it.			 
			

