Friendship Is In The End No More

When I Am Not Too Sad To Listen, Music Is My Consolation.

How Paradoxical It Is To Search Reality For The Pictures That Are Stored In One's Memory.

Our Worst Fears, Like Our Greatest Hopes, Are Not Outside Our Powers, And We Can Come In The End To Triumph Over The Former And To Achieve The Latter.

Our Shadows, Now Parallel, Now Close Together And Joined, Traced An Exquisite Pattern At Our Feet.

Error, By Force Of Contrast, Enhances The Triumph Of Truth.