A Thief Loves The Night. I Am

Your Hand Opens And Closes And Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralyzed.

Love Risks Everything And Asks For Nothing.

Botha Swimmer And A Drowned Man Are In The Water; The Latter Is Borne By The Water And Controlled By It, While The Swimmer Is Borne Along By His Own Power And Of His Own Volition. Every Movement Made By The Drowned Man - Indeed, Every Act And Word That Issue From Him - Comes From The Water, Not From Him... The Saints Are Like This. They Have Died Before Death.

In The Blackest Of Your Moments, Wait With No Fear.

I, You, He, She, We In The Garden Of Mystic Lovers, These Are Not True Distinctions.