I Don't Want Learning, Or Dignity, Or

If Only You Knew What Bliss I Find In Being Nothing.

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?

Those Who Practice Love Have Neither Religion Or Status.

Silence Is The Language Of God, All Else Is Poor Translation.

Speak A New Language So That The World Will Be A New World.