No One Understands That You Have Given

Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is Believing A Little.

They Will Say You Are On The Wrong Road, If It Is Your Own.

The Little Things Are What Is Eternal, And The Rest, All The Rest, Is Brevity, Extreme Brevity.

Nothing Is Not Only Nothing. It Is Also Our Prison.

Situated In Some Nebulous Distance I Do What I Do So That The Universal Balance Of Which I Am A Part May Remain A Balance.