The Tree Is A Slow, Enduring Force

When A Mystery Is Too Overpowering, One Dare Not Disobey.

Peace Dies When The Framework Is Ripped Apart. When There Is No Longer A Place That Is Yours In The World. When You Know No Longer Where Your Friend Is To Be Found.

Man Is A Knot Into Which Relationships Are Tied.

The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It Accepts Only One Problem At A Time.

It Is Such A Secret Place, The Land Of Tears.