Don't Run Away From Grief, O’ Soul/

I Died From A Mineral And Plant Became, Died From The Plant, Took A Sentient Frame; Died From The Beast, Donned A Human Dress - When By My Dying Did I Ever Grow Less.

What You're Seeking Is Seeking You.

Whoever Travels Without A Guide, Needs Two Hundred Years For A Two-day Journey.

Loaves Of Bread Remind Us Of Sunlight, But When We Are Inside That Orb,we Lose Interest In Building Ovens,in Millwork And The Preparation Of Fields Before The Planting.

Actually, Your Soul And Mine Are The Same. We Appear And Disappear With Each Other.