Pull The Thorn Of Existence Out Of

Woman Is A Ray Of God. She Is Not That Earthly Beloved: She Is Creative, Not Created.

Your Way Begins At The Other Side. Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape. Walk Out Like Someone Suddenly Born Into Color. Do It Now.

I Will Find New Meaning In Every Joy And Sorrow.

I Was Once Like You, Enlightened And "rational", I Too Scoffed At Lovers, Now I Am Drunk, Crazed, Thin With Misery. No One Is Safe! Watch Out.

Your Magnificence Has Made Me A Wonder. Your Charm Has Taught Me The Way Of Love.