I SPENT THE EVENING LISTENING TO BEETHOVEN, Stravinsky, Grieg and the film scores of John Williams, while reading Schopenhauer, passages from the Bible and Shakespeare. At times I felt the perfect purity of that which transforms the world. The bebop of perfect beauty. It did not last because I had not yet slayed all the dragons of my mind. I meditated, practiced yoga and often lit incense. I liked the sweet smells of the sun-kissed golden aromas. They cleansed the unseen parts of my being that most are too afraid to touch. I closed my eyes and sometimes experienced the hot-cold calm of the far off shore...