The World Is A Playground, And Death

If You Yearn For Holy Felicity, Shed Your Arrogance And Become A Seeker Of Hearts.

When A Man Makes Up A Story For His Child, He Becomes A Father And A Child Together, Listening.

My Religion Is To Be Alive From Love.

There Is Someone Who Looks After Us From Behind The Curtain. In Truth We Are Not Here, This Is Our Shadow.

We Are Pain And What Cures Pain, Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. I Want To Hold You Close Like A Lute, So That We Can Cry Out With Loving. Would You Rather Throw Stones At A Mirror? I Am Your Mirror And Here Are The Stones.