Pilgrimage To The Place Of The Wise

Now I Am Sober And There's Only The Hangover And The Memory Of Love.

The Day Is Conscious Of Itself.

War, Like Children's Fights, Are Meaningless, Pitiless, And Contemptible.

Your Body Is Woven From The Light Of Heaven. Are You Aware That Its Purity And Swiftness Is The Envy Of Angels And Its Courage Keeps Even Devils Away.

Giving Thanks For Abundance Is Sweeter Than The Abundance Itself.