He Who Tastes Not, Knows Not.

But Meditate Now On Steadfastness And Clarity, And Let Those Be The Wings That Lift And Soar Through The Celestial Spheres.

Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom And Hurt Disappear. Someone Fills The Cup In Front Of Us: We Taste Only Sacredness.

When You Reach The Bottom Of The Well Of Your Own Nature, Then You Will Know That The Vileness Was From Yourself.

The Love Religion Is All That Is Written Here.

Lovely Days Don’t Come To You, You Should Walk To Them.