Don't Be The Rider Who Gallops All

Your Eyes Are Even Smaller, Yet They Behold The World.

This Is Enough Was Always True. We Just Haven't Seen It.

Sadness To Me Is The Happiest Time, When A Shining City Rises From The Ruins Of My Drunken Mind. Those Times When I'm Silent And Still As The Earth, The Thunder Of My Roar Is Heard Across The Universe.

Humankind Is Being Led Along An Evolving Course, Through This Migration Of Intelligences, And Though We Seem To Be Sleeping, There Is An Inner Wakefulness That Directs The Dream, And That Will Eventually Startle Us Back To The Truth.

You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.