It Is Easy To Take Away The

Right And Wrong Were Shades Of Meaning, Not Sides Of A Coin.

We Are Conjured Voiceless Out Of Nothing And Must Return To An Unknowing State. What Happens In Between Is An Uncontrolled Dance, And What We Ask For In Love Is No More Than A Momentary Chance To Get The Steps Right, To Move In Harmony Until The Music Stops.

The Universe Is Transformation.

Her Clothes Were Filled With Safety Pins And Hidden Tears.

There Is No Such Thing As A Complete Lack Of Order, Only A Design So Vast It Appears Unrepetitive Up Close.