Thinking Is Always The Stumbling Stone To

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

You Progress Not Through What Has Been Done, But Reaching Towards What Has Yet To Be Done.

Like Sheaves Of Corn It Gathers You Unto Itself. It Threshes You To Make You Naked. It Sifts You To Free You From Your Husks. It Grinds You To Whiteness. It Kneads You Until You Are Pliant. And Then It Assigns You To Its Sacred Fire, That You May Become Sacred Bread For God's Sacred Feast. All These Things Shall Love Do Unto You That You May Know The Secrets Of Your Heart, And In That Knowledge Become A Fragment Of Life's Heart.

If You Love Somebody, Let Them Go, For If They Return, They Were Always Yours. And If They Don't, They Never Were.

I Want Every Image To Be The Beginning Of An Unseen Image.