Mount The Stallion Of Love And Do

Whosoever Knoweth The Power Of The Dance, Dwelleth In God.

No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To Be Perfect Can Afflict Thy Soul.

Even When You Tear Its Petals Off One After Another, The Rose Keeps Laughing And Doesn’t Bend In Pain. “why Should I Be Afflicted Because Of A Thorn? It Is The Thorn Which Taught Me How To Laugh.” Whatever You Lost Through Fate, Be Certain That It Saved You From Pain.

When We Talk About God, We’re Like A School Of Fish, Discussing The Possible Existence Of The Sea.

Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape.