I Possess No Weapon But Love. With

The Real Meaning Of Enlightenment Is To Gaze With Undimmed Eyes On All Darkness.

Die Every Day. Be Reborn Again Every Day.

You Have Your Brush, You Have Your Colors, You Paint The Paradise, Then In You Go.

By Believing Passionately In Something That Still Does Not Exist, We Create It. The Nonexistent Is Whatever We Have Not Sufficiently Desired.

Thus Night With All Her Snares Passed Through The Upper World And Baited All Heads Sweetly, Fed All Foolish Hopes, For Night Can Bring To Men All Shrewish Day Denies, Wrapped As A Gift In The Green Leaves Of Opiate Dream.