When I Do Not Walk In The

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is Believing A Little.

I Know What I Have Given You, I Do Not Know What You Have Received.

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.