‎there Is A Place Where Voices Sing

The Breath Of The Flute Player: Does It Belong To The Flute?

And If One Of Our Instruments Breaks, It Doesn't Matter. We Have Fallen Into The Place Where Everything Is Music.

If You Don't Try To Fly And So Break Yourself Apart, You Will Be Broken Open By Death, When It's Too Late For All You Could Become.

Everything That Is Made Beautiful And Fair And Lovely Is Made For The Eye Of One Who Sees.

If You Want Money More Than Anything, You'll Be Bought And Sold. If You Have A Greed For Food, You'll Be A Loaf Of Bread. This Is A Subtle Truth: Whatever You Love, You Are.