The Body Weeps The Tears The Eyes

One Could Say The Higher The Spirit Goes, The More Deeply The Soul Sinks Down Into The Waters Of Melancholy And Tragedy. Drowning In That Water Is As Sweet As Rising.

I Have Spent Many Years Trying To Recover A Common Language, One That Can Cross The Distance Between People.

Adolescents Believe That The World Belongs To The Living, Or More Particularly To Living People Their Age, So They Feel Within Their Rights If They Destroy The Canon Or Rewrite The Fairy Stories Or Act Like Red Guards.

Wherever There Is Water There Is Someone Drowning.

I Want Nothing From You But To See You.