Naught Can Deform The Human Race Like

We Are Not Meant To Resolve All Contradictions But To Live With Them And Rise Above Them.

Art Degraded, Imagination Denied.

All Wholesome Food Is Caught Without A Net Or Trap.

God Appears, And God Is Light, To Those Poor Souls Who Dwell In Night; But Does A Human Form Display To Those Who Dwell In Realms Of Day.

God Is The Poetic Genius In Each Of Us.