You Seek Identity In The Midst Of

If You Own A Rug You Own Too Much.

Writing At Least Is A Silent Meditation Even Though You’re Going A Hundred Miles An Hour.

Something Good Will Come Out Of All Things Yet — And It Will Be Golden And Eternal Just Like That.

Avoid The World, It's Just A Lot Of Dust And Drag And Means Nothing In The End.

A Man Who Allows Wild Passion To Arise Within, Himself Burns His Heart, Then After Burning Adds The Wind That Thereto Which Ignites The Fire Again, Or Not, As The Case May Be.