Anger Is A Wound Gone Mad.

The Beauty You See In Me Is A Reflection Of You.

Is It A Form Of Social Play That Underneath The Words People Say, There Is A Different Conversation Going On?

Each Character Is An Allegory For Every Aspect Of Human Existence.

Which Came First - The Observer Or The Particle?

To Paraphrase The Great Poet Dante, The Heavens Swirl Above Us And Our Eyes Are Still Cast To The Ground.