Idle Man, Chases After Fairy Tales.

Now Is The Time To Unite The Soul And The World.

You Had Better Run From Me. My Words Are Fire.

Ground Yourself, Strip Yourself Down, To Blind Loving Silence

We Are The Mirror, As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste Of Eternity This Minute. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. Soul Of The World, No Life, Nor World Remain, No Beautiful Women And Men Longing. Only This Ancient Love Circling The Holy Black Stone Of Nothing. Where The Lover Is The Loved, The Horizon And Everything Within It.

Counterfeiters Exist Because There Is Such A Thing As Real Gold.