I Am Not My Own Friend.time Cuts

The True Enemy Of Man Is Generalization.

From Life, From The Apple Cut By The Flaming Knife, What Grain Will Be Saved? My Son, Believe Me, Nothing Remains, Only Adult Toil, The Furrow Of Fate In The Palm. Only Toil, Nothing More.

The Revolt Against One's Environment Is Usually 'shame' Of One's Environment.

All Was Taken Away From You: White Dresses, Wings, Even Existence. Yet I Believe You, Messengers. There, Where The World Is Turned Inside Out, A Heavy Fabric Embroidered With Stars And Beasts, You Stroll, Inspecting The Trustworthy Seams.

It Is Sweet To Think I Was A Companion In An Expedition That Never Ends