Rest In Reason. Move In Passion.

For The Sight Of The Angry Weather Saddens My Soul And The Sight Of The Town, Sitting Like A Bereaved Mother Beneath Layers Of Ice, Oppresses My Heart.

Lovers Embrace That Which Is Between Them Rather Than Each Other.

Many A Doctrine Is Like A Window Pane. We See Truth Through It But It Divides Us From Truth.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding.

This For God And This For Myself; This For My Soul, And This Other For My Body?