There Is No Road, The Road Is

In Order To Write Poetry, You Must First Invent A Poet Who Will Write It.

At The Very Smallest Wheel Of Our Reasoning It Is Possible For A Handful Of Questions To Break The Bank Of Our Answers.

Between Living And Dreaming There Is A Third Thing. Guess It.

Death Is Something We Don't Have To Fear, Since As Long As We Exist Death Doesn't And When It Does We Don't.

Under All That We Think, Lives All We Believe, Like The Ultimate Veil Of Our Spirits