Chaos Is Order Yet Undeciphered.

You Know The Name You Were Given, You Do Not Know The Name That You Have

The Wisest Man I Ever Knew In My Whole Life Could Not Read Or Write. At Four O'clock In The Morning, When The Promise Of A New Day Still Lingered Over French Lands, He Got Up From His Pallet And Left For The Fields, Taking To Pasture The Half-dozen Pigs Whose Fertility Nourished Him And His Wife.

The Only Time We Can Talk About Death Is While We're Alive, Not Afterwards.

This Must Be What It Means To Be A Ghost, Being Certain That Life Exists, Because Your Four Senses Say So, And Yet Unable To See It.

I'm Not Pessimistic. It Is The World That Is Terrible. How Can We Be Optimistic In The Face Of A Planet Where People Live So Badly, Nature Is Being Destroyed And The Dominant Empire Is Money?