To Be Able To Look Back Upon

For The Vision Of One Man Lends Not Its Wings To Another Man.

The Lights Of Stars That Were Extinguished Ages Ago Still Reaches Us. So It Is With Great Men Who Died Centuries Ago, But Still Reach Us With The Radiations Of Their Personalities.

The Mute Grain Turns To Love Songs When Swallowed By The Nightingale.

Your House Is Your Larger Body. It Grows In The Sun And Sleeps In The Stillness Of The Night; And It Is Not Dreamless. Does Not Your House Dream, And Dreaming, Leave The City For Grove Or Hilltop?

If Your Heart Is A Volcano, How Shall You Expect Flowers To Bloom?