Omissions Are Not Accidents.

Life Is Energy, And Energy Is Creativity. And Even When Individuals Pass On, The Energy Is Retained In The Work Of Art, Locked In It And Awaiting Release If Only Someone Will Take The Time And The Care To Unlock It.

So Wary As To Disappear For Centuries And Reappear But Never Caught, The Unicorn Has Been Preserved By An Unmatched Device Wrought Like The Work Of Expert Blacksmiths.

The Hands Are The Heart's Messengers.

I, Too, Dislike It. Reading It, However, With A Perfect Contempt For It, One Discovers In It, After All, A Place For The Genuine.

Blessed The Geniuses Who Know / That Egomania Is Not A Duty.