…perhaps This Momentary Life Of Ours Is

Back Of My Forehead I Feel Tonight A Whole Sky Full Of Stars. Under A Western Moon. Life Is Indeed Lovely!

…perhaps This Momentary Life Of Ours Is Only The Light That Divides Our Infinite Origin From Our Infinite End.

A Fantasy Can Be Equivalent To A Paradise And If The Fantasy Passes, Better Yet, Because Eternal Paradise Would Be Very Boring.

If They Give You Ruled Paper, Write The Other Way.

To Live Is Nothing More Than To Come Here To Die, To Be What We Were Before Being Born, But With Apprenticeship, Experience, Knowledge Of Cause, And Perhaps With Will.