The Truthful Man Ends Up Realizing That

...throw Roses Into The Abyss And Say: 'here Is My Thanks To The Monster Who Didn't Succeed In Swallowing Me Alive.

At Present I Am Light, Now I Fly, Now I See Myself Below Me, Now A God Dances Through Me.

Smooth Iceis Paradisefor Those Who Dance With Expertise.

Insects Sting, Not From Malice, But Because They Want To Live. It Is The Same With Critics; They Desire Our Blood Not Our Pain.

Let Your Love To Life Be Love To Your Highest Hope; And Let Your Highest Hope Be The Highest Thought Of Life!