The Full Moon - The Mandala Of

Eighty Percent Of Love Is Smell.

To The Extent That This World Surrenders Its Richness And Diversity, It Surrenders Its Poetry; To The Extent That It Relinquishes Its Capacity To Surprise, It Relinquishes Its Music; To The Extent That It Loses Its Ability To Tolerate Ridiculous And Even Dangerous Exceptions, It Loses Its Grace.

Of Course I'm Inconsistent! Only Logicians And Cretins Are Consistent!

In The End What Will Prevail Is Your Passion Not Your Tale, For Love Is The Holy Grail.

You Are An Ignorant Schoolgirl. You Think Civilization Is A Good Thing.