Heroes Only Come In Three Kinds:dead, Damaged

Some Feelings Sink So Deep Into The Heart That Only Loneliness Can Help You Find Them Again.

But In A Way You Can Say That After Leaving The Sea, After All Those Millions Of Years Of Living Inside Of The Sea, We Took The Ocean With Us. When A Woman Makes A Baby, She Gives It Water, Inside Her Body, To Grow In. That Water Inside Her Body Is Almost Exactly The Same As The Water Of The Sea. It Is Salty, By Just The Same Amount. She Makes A Little Ocean, In Her Body. And Not Only This. Our Blood And Our Sweating, They Are Both Salty, Almost Exactly Like The Water From The Sea Is Salty. We Carry Oceans Inside Of Us, In Our Blood And Our Sweat. And We Are Crying The Oceans, In Our Tears.

But The Soul Has No Culture. The Soul Has No Nations. The Soul Has No Colour Or Accent Or Way Of Life. The Soul Is Forever. The Soul Is One. And When The Heart Has Its Moment Of Truth And Sorrow, The Soul Can't Be Stilled.

Silence Is The Tortured Man's Revenge.

Anything That Can Be Put In A Nut Shell Should Remain There.