The Interpretation Of Our Reality Through Patterns

He Pleaded So Much That He Lost His Voice. His Bones Began To Fill With Words.

Wherever They Might Be They Always Remember That The Past Was A Lie, That Memory Has No Return, That Every Spring Gone By Could Never Be Recovered, And That The Wildest And Most Tenacious Love Was An Ephemeral Truth In The End.

I Have Learned That A Man Has The Right And Obligation To Look Down At Another Man, Only When That Man Needs Help To Get Up From The Ground.

Hate And Love Are Reciprocal Passions.

The First Of The Line Is Tied To A Tree And The Last Is Being Eaten By The Ants .