Beauty Surrounds Us.

To Find The Beloved, You Must Become The Beloved.

For Years, Copying Other People, I Tried To Know Myself. From Within, I Couldn't Decide What To Do. Unable To See, I Heard My Name Being Called. Then I Walked Outside.

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

Your Spirit Is Mingled With Mine What Touches You, Touches Me.

What Strange Beings We Are! That Sitting In Hell At The Bottom Of The Dark, We're Afraid Of Our Own Immortality.