Sometimes Love Is Stronger Than A Man's

Heaven And Earth Conspire That Everything Which Has Been, Be Rooted And Reduced To Dust. Only The Dreamers, Who Dream While Awake, Call Back The Shadows Of The Past And Braid Nets From The Unspun Thread.

When A Day Passes, It Is No Longer There. What Remains Of It? Nothing More Than A Story. If Stories Weren't Told Or Books Weren't Written, Man Would Live Like The Beasts, Only For The Day.

The Genuine Writer Cannot Ignore The Fact That The Family Is Losing Its Spiritual Foundation.

While The Poet Entertains He Continues To Search For Eternal Truths, For The Essence Of Being. In His Own Fashion He Tries To Solve The Riddle Of Time And Change, To Find An Answer To Suffering, To Reveal Love In The Very Abyss Of Cruelty And Injustice. Strange As These Words May Sound I Often Play With The Idea That When All The Social Theories Collapse And Wars And Revolutions Leave Humanity In Utter Gloom, The Poet--whom Plato Banned From His Republic--may Rise Up To Save Us All.

One Has To Trust That God Knows How To Manage The World.