Friendship Needs No Words.

To Reach Perfection, We Must All Pass, One By One, Through The Death Of Self-effacement.

The Life Of Simplicity Is Simple, But It Opens To Us A Book In Which We Never Get Beyond The First Syllable.

Like The Bee, We Distill Poison From Honey For Our Self-defense--what Happens To The Bee If It Uses Its Sting Is Well Known.

Acts Of Violence-- Whether On A Large Or A Small Scale, The Bitter Paradox: The Meaningfulness Of Death--and The Meaninglessness Of Killing.

For All That Has Been, Thanks. To All That Shall Be, Yes.