Peace Goes Into The Making Of A

While I'm Writing, I'm Far Away; And When I Come Back, I've Gone.

I Believed That The Way Passed Through Man, And That It Was From There That Destiny Had To Emerge.

Is 4 The Same 4 For Everybody? Are All Sevens Equal? When The Convict Ponders The Light Is It The Same Light That Shines On You?

He Who Has Nothing—it Has Been Said Many Times—has Nothing To Lose But His Chains.

I Am A Book Of Snow, A Spacious Hand, An Open Meadow, A Circle That Waits, I Belong To The Earth And Its Winter.