What Does Not Change Is The Will

The Flowers Are Ravined By Bees, The Fruit Blossoms Are Thrown To The Ground, The Wind The Rain Forces Everything.

O.k. I'm Running Out Of Appetite. Let This Swirl- A Bit Like Crab Nebula- Do For Now.

Fact Is Based Upon Vulgar Matter.

Atlantis Will Rise Again.

Love Is Form, And Cannot Be Without Important Substance