Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before.

The Only Thing That Is Fundamental (real) Is Consciousness Itself; All Else Is Virtual- I.e., A Result Of An Exchange Of Information Within Consciousness.

The Proud, The Cold Untroubled Heart Of Stone, That Never Mused On Sorrow But Its Own.

Never Wedding, Ever Wooing, Still A Lovelorn Heart Pursuing, Read You Not The Wrong You're Doing In My Cheek's Pale Hue? All My Life With Sorrow Strewing; Wed Or Cease To Woo.

Love's A Fire That Needs Renewal Of Fresh Beauty For Its Fuel.

I'll Meet The Raging Of The Skies, But Not An Angry Father.