Holding Someone's Hand Was Always My Idea

The Only Truth Is That I Live. Sincerely, I Live. Who Am I? Well, That's A Bit Much.

For Only When I Err Do I Get Away From What I Know And What I Understand. If "truth" Were What I Can Understand, It Would End Up Being But A Small Truth, My-sized. Truth Must Reside Precisely In What I Shall Never Understand.

I Do Not Know Much. But There Are Certain Advantages In Not Knowing. Like Virgin Territory, The Mind Is Free Of Preconceptions. Everything I Do Not Know Forms The Greater Part Of Me: This Is My Largesse. And With This I Understand Everything. The Things I Do Not Know Constitute My Truth.

You Don't Understand Music: You Hear It. So Hear Me With Your Whole Body.

Do You Know That Hope Sometimes Consists Only Of A Question Without An Answer?