Let A Thousand Wrangling Desires Become One

What Hurts You, Blesses You. Darkness Is Your Candle.

Every Love Outside Of His Love, Is Pain.

Counterfeiters Exist Because There Is Such A Thing As Real Gold.

Darkness May Hide The Trees And The Flowers From The Eyes But It Cannot Hide Love From The Soul.

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .