It Is The Hardest Thing To Close

The Man, The Writer, The Instrument Of The Creation Will Die, But His Creation Does Not Die.

We All Grasp On To A Single Idea Of Ourselves, The Way Aging People Dye Their Hair. It’s No Matter That This Dye Doesn’t Fool You. My Lady, You Don’t Dye Your Hair To Decieve Other People, Or To Fool Yourself, But Rather To Cheat Your Image In Your Mirror A Little.

Woe To Him Who Doesn't Know How To Wear His Mask, Be He King Or Pope!

Do You Believe You Can Know Yourselves If You Don't Somehow Con- Struct Yourselves? Or That I Can Know You If I Don't Construct You In My Way? And Can You Know Me If I Don't Construct You In My Way? We Can Know Only What We Succeed In Giving Form To.

We Ride Through Life On The Beast Within Us. Beat The Animal, But You Can't Make It Think.