Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

But When I Breath With The Birds, The Spirit Of Wrath Becomes The Spirit Of Blessings, And The Dead Begin From Their Dark To Sing In My Sleep.

A Mind Too Active Is No Mind At All.

Who Rise From Flesh To Spirit Know The Fall: The Word Outleaps The World, And Light Is All.