All Language Is But A Poor Translation.

Sometimes I Think I Can Expiate All My Past And Future Sins Through The Aching Of My Bones.

The Bible Is A Sanctum; The World, Sputum.

In Me, By Myself, Without Human Relationship, There Are No Visible Lies. The Limited Circle Is Pure.

There Is A Destination But No Way There; What We Refer To As Way Is Hesitation.

There Are Only Two Things. Truth And Lies. Truth Is Indivisible, Hence It Cannot Recognize Itself; Anyone Who Wants To Recognize It Has To Be A Lie.