Winter Is On My Head, But Eternal

The Wicked Envy And Hate; It Is Their Way Of Admiring.

At A Certain Depth Of Distress, The Poor, In Their Stupor, Groan No Longer Over Evil, And Are No Longer Thankful For Good.

Everything Changes. The Only Thing That Remains Immovable Across The Centuries And Fixes The Character Of A People Is Cooking.

A Shadow Is Hard To Seize By The Throat And Dash To The Ground.

A One-eyed Man Is Much More Incomplete Than A Blind Man, For He Knows What It Is That's Lacking.