Reason Is Powerless In The Expression Of

The World's Flattery And Hypocrisy Is A Sweet Morsel: Eat Less Of It, For It Is Full Of Fire. Its Fire Is Hidden While Its Taste Is Manifest, But Its Smoke Becomes Visible In The End.

In The House Of Lovers, The Music Never Stops, The Walls Are Made Of Songs & The Floor Dances

Darkness Is Your Candle. Your Boundaries Are Your Quest.

Each Has To Enter The Nest Made By The Other Imperfect Bird.

Whatever You Keep Hidden In Your Heart, God Manifests In You Outwardly. Whatever The Root Of The Tree Feeds On In Secret, Affects The Bough And The Leaf.