I spent so long living in fear of the dark I forgot to appreciate the stars. The fear ends here. Shambhala the place all my dreams come true. I never thought it could be real. This is my story. My journey to a better place, happier times. My experience. Some people call me the space cowboy
I am a Shambhalite. The religion of my soul. Love, peace, harmony, that's what I preach and music. Music that's lyrics sing my soul, beats that I breathe by.
Cheshire Cat: Oh, by the way, if you'd really like to know, he went that way. Alice: Who did? Cheshire Cat: The White Rabbit. Alice: He did? Cheshire Cat: He did what? Alice: Went that way. Cheshire Cat: Who did? Alice: The White Rabbit. Cheshire Cat: What rabbit? Alice: But didn't you just say - I mean - Oh, dear. Cheshire Cat: Can you stand on your head?
Cheshire Cat: If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter. Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no... Cheshire Cat: Or, you could ask the March Hare, in that direction. Alice: Oh, thank you. I think I'll see him... Cheshire Cat: Of course, he's mad, too. Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people. Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here. [laughs maniacally; starts to disappear] Cheshire Cat: You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.
The Rose: Just what species or, shall we say, genus are you, my dear? Alice: Well, I guess you would call me... genus, humanus... Alice. Daisy: Ever see an alice with a blossom like that? Orchid: Come to think of it, did you ever see an alice? Daisy: Yes, and did you notice her petals? Such a peculiar color. Orchid: And no fragrance. Daisy: And just look at those stems. The Rose: Rather scrawny, I'd say. Bud: I think she's pretty. The Rose: Quiet, bud.
Caterpillar: Who... are... you? Alice: Why, I hardly know, sir. I've changed so much since this morning, you see... Caterpillar: No, I do not C, explain yourself. Alice: I'm afraid I can't explain myself, you see, because I'm not myself, you know. Caterpillar: I do not know. Alice: I can't put it any more clearly, sir, because it isn't clear to me.
Mad Hatter: Why is a raven like a writing desk? Alice: Riddles? Now let me see... why is a raven like a writing desk? Mad Hatter: I beg your pardon? Alice: Why is a raven like a writing desk? Mad Hatter: [alarmed] Why is a what? March Hare: Careful, she's stark ravin' mad!
Cheshire Cat: [singing] 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: / All mimsy were the borogroves, / And the mome raths outgrabe.
Alice: [after the Warlus and the Carpenter] That was a very sad story. Tweedle Dee: Aye, but there's a moral to it. Alice: Oh, a very good moral, if you happen to be an oyster.
But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on `And how do you know that you're mad?' `To begin with,' said the Cat, `a dog's not mad. You grant that?' `I suppose so,' said Alice. `Well, then,' the Cat went on, `you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad
March Hare: You mean you think you know the answer? Alice: Yes. March Hare: Well, then, you should say what you mean! Alice: I do - I mean, I mean what I say - it's the same thing... Mad Hatter: It's not the same thing at all! You might as well say "I eat what I see" is the same as "I see what I eat!" [a pie sprouts crab legs and crawls across the table] March Hare: [eying the pie, picking up a fly swatter] You might as well say "I like what I get" is the same as "I get what I like!" [whacks the pie] The Dormouse: [talking in his sleep] You might as well say "I breathe when I sleep" is the same as "I sleep when I breathe." Mad Hatter: Well, it IS the same thing with you!
Dormouse: Twinkle twinkle, little bat / How I wonder what you're at? / Up above the world you fly / Like a tea tray in the sky.