I'll Meet The Raging Of The Skies,

Without The Smile From Partial Beauty Won, O What Were Man? - A World Without A Sun.

On Linden, When The Sun Was Low, All Bloodless Lay The Untrodden Snow, And Dark As Winter Was The Flow Of Iser, Rolling Rapidly.

To Live In The Hearts Of Others Is Not To Die

The Smaller Your Reality, The More Convinced You Are That You Know Everything.

Who Hail Thee, Man! The Pilgrim Of The Day, Spouse Of The Worm, And Brother Of The Clay.