Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart

What Is This World That Is Hastening Me Toward I Know Not What, Viewing Me With Contempt?

Our Pain Carves Out A Larger Space For Love To Fill.

He Who Has Not Looked On Sorrow Will Never See Joy. [for Without Sorrow How Would You Know What Joy Is? Contrast Provides Peceptive Clarity]

Strange That We All Defend Our Wrongs With More Vigor Than We Do Our Rights.

The Lights Of Stars That Were Extinguished Ages Ago Still Reaches Us. So It Is With Great Men Who Died Centuries Ago, But Still Reach Us With The Radiations Of Their Personalities.