"So I played “O Christmas Tree,” by the newly decorated tree, and I wished that the boys would join me..." [...]
The fact is I do want to write for other people. I love people, or more especially, persons. (Actually I also love groups of people. But only when I’m drunk.)
What I mean is it really does start from inside the Self. At the point where you connect with inner voice, which comes from the great CPU. That’s where true love is generated. After that we can accept anyone anything and everything.