Everything You See Has Its Roots In

Are You Searching For Your Soul? Then Come Out Of Your Own Prison.

There Is No Worse Torture Than Knowing Intellectually About Love And The Way.

My Soul Gave Me Good Counsel, Teaching Me To Love. Love Was For Me A Delicate Thread Stretched Between Two Adjacent Pegs, But Now It Has Been Transformed Into A Halo, Its First Is Its Last, And Its Last Is Its First. It Encompases Every Being, Slowly Expanding To Embrace All That Ever Will Be.

Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape.

We Are Born Of Love. Love Is Our Mother.