~beautiful Soul Weeps Deep~

They Entered There Into The Unconscious Philosophy Of The Town; That Life Was An Incomprehensible Marvel, Since It Was Incessantly Wasted And Spent, Yet None The Less It Lasted And Endured 'like The Bridge On The Drina'.

There Is No Rule Without Revolts And Conspiracies, Even As There Is No Property Without Work And Worry.

~beautiful Soul Weeps Deep~

What Can And Doesn't Have To Be Always, At The End, Surrenders To Something That Has To Be.

What Doesn't Hurt - Is Not Life; What Doesn't Pass - Is Not Happiness.