And When We Love Our Sin Then

Would The World Be In The Mess It Is If We Were Loyal To Love And Not To Countries?

Against The Beautiful And The Clever And The Successful, One Can Wage A Pitiless War, But Not Against The Unattractive: Then The Millstone Weighs On The Breast.

Pain Is Easy To Write. In Pain We're All Happily Individual. But What Can One Write About Happiness?

So It Always Is: When You Escape To A Desert The Silence Shouts In Your Ear.

There's A Virtue In Slowness, Which We Have Lost