Style Of The Future Is The Convergence

Anger Is A Wound Gone Mad.

If You Were The Sky, I Would Unfurl Myself In You, As A Rainbow Of Colors Yet Unseen. I Would Become Oceans Of Stars In Your Night.

It Is Indisputable That Evolved Thinking Recognizes The Universality Of Life.

The Only Sins Are Violations Of Love.

Looking Up And Out, How Can We Not Respect This Ever-vigilant Cognizance That Distinguishes Us: The Capability To Envision, To Dream, And To Invent? The Ability To Ponder Ourselves? And Be Aware Of Our Existence On The Outer Arm Of A Spiral Galaxy In An Immeasurable Ocean Of Stars? Cognizance Is Our Crest.