There Is No Better Way To Know

The Sea Cries With Its Meaningless Voice, Treating Alike Its Dead And Its Living

There Is No Better Way To Know Us Than As Two Wolves, Come Separately To A Wood.

The Only Calibration That Counts Is How Much Heart People Invest, How Much They Ignore Their Fears Of Being Hurt Or Caught Out Or Humiliated. And The Only Thing People Regret Is That They Didn't Live Boldly Enough, That They Didn't Invest Enough Heart, Didn't Love Enough. Nothing Else Really Counts At All.

What Happened Casually Remains -

Where White Is Black And Black Is White, I Won.