To Know A Truth Well, One Must

Nature Is An Aeolian Harp, A Musical Instrument Whose Tones Are The Re-echo Of Higher Strings Within Us.

Nature Is A Petrified Magic City.

The Mysterious Path Goes Inward. It Is In Us, And Not Anywhere Else, Where The Eternity Of The Worlds, The Past And The Future Are Found.

Where Are We Really Going? Always Home.

Character And Fate Are Two Words For The Same Thing