Fear Bespeaks Of Wisdom. Recognition Of Responsibility.

Shadow Is Ever Besieged, For That Is Its Nature. Whilst Darkness Devours, And Light Steals. And So One Sees Shadow Ever Retreat To Hidden Places, Only To Return In The Wake Of The War Between Dark And Light.

I Love You Still, But With Your Death I Succumbed To A Kind Of Infatuation. I Convinced Myself That What You And I Had, So Very Briefly, Was Of Far Vaster And Deeper Import Than It Truly Was. Of All The Weapons We Chose To Turn Upon Ourselves, Guilt Is The Sharpest, Silverfox. It Can Carve One's Own Past Into Unrecognizable Shapes, False Memories Leading To Beliefs That Sow All Kinds Of Obsessions.

If All We Seek Is An Escape, What Does That Say About The World We Live In? That Village, That City, That Life? We Are Desperate With Our Dreams. What - Oh, What - Does That Say?

The Art Of Illusion Is Grace Itself.

Chaos Needs No Allies, For It Dwells Like A Poison In Every One Of Us.