Many years ago after I had spoken at a university, a professor remarked to me that I had a different system of aesthetic criticism. Yes, I suppose it is different to most—at least to modern critics.
Dr. Diamond has written many what might loosely be called poems. They are not conventional poetry, however, but an original therapeutic medium.
There is, I believe, a diathesis, a desire, a pre-disposition, for every major illness. And the true cure, and even more importantly the prevention, will come about only when this is acknowledged and overcome.
The start of all illness is the loss of the inherent will to be well. In fact, I believe that the illness itself is this loss of the will to be well, just differently manifested depending on various lesser etiological factors.
There is a rock that each of us can have all the time throughout our lives. That rock is what I call the "homing thought."
There is a syndrome I call The Fellow Traveler. It can be applied to any situation, any illness, any problem and involves the person who is the closest and usually caring for the patient.
The musical pulse is like the wave. When a musician finds the Pulse, everything changes; he becomes free. He is suddenly being swept along by the glorious power of music.
Here's a wild suggestion. Some people have their blood taken when healthy and kept in storage for any future catastrophe. What if they also made recordings of their singing to be played back to them if they ever needed emergency surgery?
Some time ago, a strange and wondrous state befell me. For the first time in my life, when I put on a record I heard only the music.
Someone in Austria told me about Lucky -- he played the broom! I eventually found him in a tiny village where he'd farmed all his life.
