Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing.

The Heart Dies A Slow Death, Shedding Each Hope Like Leaves Until One Day There Are None. No Hopes. Nothing Remains.

Flowers That Grow Where Old Ones Have Withered Serve To Remind Us That Death Will One Day Come To Us All.

Of Course The Pace Of Change Never Slows, Even When We've Convinced Ourselves It Will.

A Wounded Tiger Is A Dangerous Beast.

It Was What We Japanese Called The Onion Life, Peeling Away A Layer At A Time And Crying All The While.