Dance Until The Earth Dance.

Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor Hate For A Cry, But God With A Song

The Race May Or May Not Be To The Swift, But Tell Me, Is It Likely That The Fight Will Be Entrusted To The Dead?

Every Concrete Object Has Abstract Value, Is Timeless In The Dream Parallel.

Why Wait For Death To Mow? Why Wait For Death To Sow Us In The Ground?

Love, Why Have You Sought The Horde Of Spearsmen, Why The Tent Achilles Pitched Beside The River-ford?