Your Grief For What You've Lost Lifts

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.

We Alchemists Look For Talent That Can Heat Up And Change. Lukewarm Won't Do. Halfhearted Holding Back, Well-enough Getting By? Not Here.

The Eye Goes Blind When It Only Wants To See Why.

No Better Love Than Love With No Objective, No More Satisfying Work Than Work With No Purpose. If You Could Give Up Tricks And Cleverness, That Would Be The Cleverest Trick!

He Has Afflicted You From Every Direction In Order To Pull You Back To The Directionless.