Love, You Are Eternal Like Springtime.

A Permanent State Of Transition Is Man's Most Noble Condition.

To Live Is Nothing More Than To Come Here To Die, To Be What We Were Before Being Born, But With Apprenticeship, Experience, Knowledge Of Cause, And Perhaps With Will.

A Fantasy Can Be Equivalent To A Paradise And If The Fantasy Passes, Better Yet, Because Eternal Paradise Would Be Very Boring.

My Only Two Weapons: Time And Silence.

…perhaps This Momentary Life Of Ours Is Only The Light That Divides Our Infinite Origin From Our Infinite End.