Every Time I Wake, I Understand How

Even The Smallest Of Creatures Carries The Sun In Its Eyes.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

Nothing Is Not Only Nothing. It Is Also Our Prison.

Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is Believing A Little.

More Grievous Than Tears Is The Sight Of Them.