We Are All Bathed In The Same

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew, All The Universes In A Thin Sack Of Blood. What Are These Pleasures Then, These Joys, These Worlds That You Keep Reaching For, Hoping They Will Make You More Alive?

From "wetness And Water" How Does A Part Of The World Leave The World? How Can Wetness Leave Water? Do Not Try To Put Out A Fire By Throwing On More Fire. Do Not Wash A Wound With Blood. No Matter How Fast You Run, Your Shadow More Than Keeps Up. Sometimes It's In Front. Only Full, Overhead Sun Diminishes Your Shadow. But That Shadow Has Been Serving You. What Hurts You Blesses You. Darkness Is Your Candle. Your Boundaries Are Your Quest.

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.

Deep In Our Hearts, The Light Of Heaven Is Shining.

There Is A Window From One Heart To Another Heart.