Art Is A Step In The Known

Where Is The Justice Of Political Power If It Executes The Murderer And Jails The Plunderer, And Then Itself Marches Upon Neighboring Lands, Killing Thousands And Pillaging The Very Hills?

Should You Really Open Your Eyes And See, You Would Behold Your Image In All Images. And Should You Open Your Ears And Listen, You Would Hear Your Own Voice In All Voices.

The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus Of Countless Petals.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth.

We Fear Death, Yet We Long For Slumber And Beautiful Dreams.