If We Keep An Open Mind, Too

Like All Religions, Love Has More Believers Than Practitioners.

A Thought Falls Like A Ripe Fruit From The Tree Of Idleness.

In Love There Is No Status Quo.

There Are. Intangible Realities Which Float Near Us, Formless And Without Words; Realities Which No One Has Thought Out, And Which Are Excluded For Lack Of Interpreters.

That Parasite: The Past.