The Dream Which Is Not Fed With

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

It's Been A Long Time Since I Asked Anything Of Heaven, And My Arms Still Haven't Come Down.

Set Out From Any Point. They Are All Alike. They All Lead To A Point Of Departure.

Would There Be This Eternal Seeking If The Found Existed?

He Who Does Not Fill His World With Phantoms Remains Alone.