No One Thinks Of How Much Blood

When We Encountered A Band Of Souls Coming Along The Barrier, And Each Was Gazing At Us In The Evening People Gaze At One Another Under The New Moon

But If, As Morning Rises, Dreams Are True.

Doubting Pleases Me No Less Than Knowing

Do Ye Not Comprehend That We Are Worms Born To Bring Forth The Angelic Butterfly That Flieth Unto Judgment Without Screen?

All Of Nature Is God's Art.