Balance Is Not To Be Sought By

What Can I Do With My Happiness? How Can I Keep It, Conceal It, Bury It Where I May Never Lose It? I Want To Kneel As It Falls Over Me Like Rain, Gather It Up With Lace And Silk, And Press It Over Myself Again.

Houses Turn To Corpses Overnight When We Cease To Live And Love In Them.

I Seek The Real Stuff Of Life. Profound Drama.

The Violence And Obscenity Are Left Unadulterated, As Manifestation Of The Mystery And Pain Which Ever Accompanies The Act Of Creation.

Whenever You Do Something That Is Not Aligned With The Yearning Or Your Soul—you Create Suffering.