If You Cannot Live Alone, You Were

...the Painful Intensity Of My Sensations, Even When They're Happy Ones; The Blissful Intensity Of My Sensations, Even When They're Sad.

Again I See You, But Me I Don't See!, The Magical Mirror In Which I Saw Myself Has Been Broken, And Only A Piece Of Me I See In Each Fatal Fragment - Only A Piece Of You And Me!

God Wills, Man Dreams, The Work Is Born.

Sometimes, When I Wake Up At Night, I Feel Invisible Hands Weaving My Destiny.

Whether Or Not They Exist We Are Slaves To Our Gods.