And Even If This World Burns Up

The Day Is Conscious Of Itself.

Maybe You Are Searching Among The Branches, For What Only Appears In The Roots.

Counterfeiters Exist Because There Is Such A Thing As Real Gold.

In The Friend-place Nothing True Can Be Said. Let Me Just Be Here.

Love Is Not Written On Paper, For Paper Can Be Erased. Nor Is It Etched On Stone, For Stone Can Be Broken. But It Is Inscribed On A Heart And There It Shall Remain Forever.