Mourn If You Must, But Don't Stop

Human Nature Is Full Of Riddles And Contradictions; Its Very Complexity Engenders Art-and By Art I Mean The Search For Something More Than Simple Linear Formulations, Flat Solutions, Oversimplified Explanations.

We Are All Human, And Our Senses Are Quicker To Prompt Us Than Our Reason. Every Man Gives Off A Scent, And That Scent Tells You How To Act Before Your Head Does.

We Have Ourselves To Save.

One World, One Mankind Cannot Exist In The Face Of Six, Four Or Even Two Scales Of Values: We Shall Be Torn Apart By This Disparity Of Rhythm, This Disparity Of Vibrations.

When Truth Is Discovered By Someone Else, It Loses Something Of Its Attractiveness.