I Will Always Be Haunted By Thoughts

I Think It Is Impossible For Human Minds To Think Of Death As A Final, Irrevocable End To Life.

The Farther Behind I Leave The Past, The Closer I Am To Forging My Own Character.

The Way I See It, There Is No Greater Spiritual Beauty Than Fanaticism, Of A Sort So Sincere It Can Only End In Martyrdom.

A Nomad I Will Remain For Life, In Love With Distant And Uncharted Places.

Now More Than Ever Do I Realize That I Will Never Be Content With A Sedentary Life, That I Will Always Be Haunted By Thoughts Of A Sun-drenched Elsewhere.