Behind All This, Some Great Happiness Is

And As We Stray Further From Love, We Multiply The Words. Had We Remained Together We Could Have Become A Silence.

Here (jerusalem), Tears Do Not Weaken The Eyes, They Only Polish And Shine The Hardness Of Faces Like Stone.

Love Is Like A Reservoir Of Kindness And Pleasure, Like Silos And Pools During A Siege.

I’ve Never Been In Those Places Where I’ve Never Been And Never Will Be, I Have No Share In The Infinity Of Light-years And Dark-years, But The Darkness Is Mine, And The Light, And My Time Is My Own.

The Phrase I Like To Use To Describe My Sense Of Time-a Play On Comparative Literature - Is Comparative Time.