All Your Anxiety Is Because Of Your

Everything You See Has Its Roots In The Unseen World. The Forms May Change, Yet The Essence Remains The Same. Every Wonderful Sight Will Vanish, Every Sweet Word Will Fade, But Do Not Be Disheartened, The Source They Come From Is Eternal, Growing, Branching Out, Giving New Life And New Joy. Why Do You Weep? The Source Is Within You And This Whole World Is Springing Up From It.

If Reason Dominates In Man, He Rises Higher Than Angels. If Lust Overpowers Man, He Descends Lower Than The Beast.

In This Mob Of I's Inside, Which One Is Me? Hear Me Out. I Know I'm Wandering, But Don't Start Putting A Lid On This Racket. No Telling What I'll Do Then. Every Moment I'm Thrown By Your Story. One Moment It's Happy, And I'm Singing. One Moment It's Sad, And I'm Weeping. It Turns Bitter, And I Pull Away. But Then You Spill A Little Grace, And Just Like That, I'm All Light. It's Not So Bad, This Arrangement, Actually.

Your Eyes Are Even Smaller, Yet They Behold The World.

The Result Of My Life Is No More Than Three Words: I Was Raw, I Became Cooked, I Was Burnt.