Live At The Empty Heart Of Paradox.

I've Said Before That Every Craftsman Searches For What's Not There To Practice His Craft.

Everyone Turns Toward Someone. Look For One Scarred By The King's Polo Stick.

Sing To Me In The Silence Of Your Heart And I Will Rise Up To Hear Your Triumphant Song.

Deep In Our Hearts, The Light Of Heaven Is Shining.

Innumerable Changes Of Moods Are Yours, And They Are Uncontrolled By You. If You Knew Their Origin, You Would Be Able To Dominate Them. If You Cannot Localize Your Own Changes, How Can You Localize That Which Formed You?