We Tear Life Out Of Life To

They Will Say You Are On The Wrong Road, If It Is Your Own.

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

We Tear Life Out Of Life To Use It For Looking At Itself.

Situated In Some Nebulous Distance I Do What I Do So That The Universal Balance Of Which I Am A Part May Remain A Balance.

When I Die, I Will Not See Myself Die, For The First Time.