Love And Death Are The Great Gifts

Who Speaks Of Conquering? To Endure Is Everything.

He Does Not Always Remain Bent Over The Pages; He Often Leans Back And Closes His Eyes Over A Line He Has Been Reading Again, And Its Meaning Spreads Through His Blood.

Let Life Happen To You. Believe Me: Life Is In The Right, Always.

Comfort Me From Wherever You Are–alone, We Are Quickly Worn Out; If I Place My Head On The Road, Let It Seem Softened By You. Could It Be That Even From Afar We Offer Each Other A Gentle Breath?

Perhaps Everything Terrible Is In Its Deepest Being Something Helpless That Wants Help From Us.