My Bits Of Time Play With Eternity.

My Truths Do Not Last Long In Me. Not As Long As Those That Are Not Mine.

It's Been A Long Time Since I Asked Anything Of Heaven, And My Arms Still Haven't Come Down.

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

No One Is A Light Unto Himself, Not Even The Sun.