What Have You Done With The Garden

Under All That We Think, Lives All We Believe, Like The Ultimate Veil Of Our Spirits

There Is No Way; We Make The Road By Walking It.

Travelers, There Is No Path, Paths Are Made By Walking.

There Is No Road, The Road Is Made By Walking.

Last Night As I Was Sleeping, I Dreamt - Marvellous Error! - That It Was God I Had Here Inside My Heart.