Do Not Mourn The Dead. They Know

Facts And Particulars Annoy Me.

Everything In The World Began With A Yes. One Molecule Said Yes To Another Molecule And Life Was Born.

I, Who Called Love My Hope For Love.

I Ask Myself: Is Every Story That Has Ever Been Written In This World, A Story Of Suffering And Affliction?

Reality Prior To My Language Exists As An Unthinkable Thought. . . . Life Precedes Love, Bodily Matter Precedes The Body, And One Day In Its Turn Language Shall Have Preceded Possession Of Silence.