The Finest Act Of Seeing Is Necessarily

Passion Has Little To Do With Euphoria And Everything To Do With Patience. It Is Not About Feeling Good. It Is About Endurance. Like Patience, Passion Comes From The Same Latin Root: Pati. It Does Not Mean To Flow With Exuberance. It Means To Suffer.

Sublime Is Something You Choke On After A Shot Of Tequila.

I Will Walk Heavy, And I Will Walk Strange.

The Thread Has Snapped. No Sound Even To Mark The Breaking Let Alone The Fall. That Long Anticipated Disintegration, When The Darkest Angel Of All, The Horror Beyond All Horrors, Sits At Last Upon My Chest, Permanently Enfolding Me In Its Great Covering Wings, Black As Ink, Veined In Bees' Purple. A Creature Without A Voice. A Voice Without A Name. As Immortal As My Life. Come Here At Long Last To Summon The Wind.

The Greatest Of Love Letters Are Always Coded For The One And Not The Many.