Myself ... Is Merely An Instrument To

I Will Not Adjust Myself To The World. I Am Adjusted To Myself.

Nature Forms Us For Ourselves, Not For Others; To Be, Not To Seem.

To Change Skins, Evolve Into New Cycles, I Feel One Has To Learn To Discard

My Life Is Slowed Up By Thought And The Need To Understand What I Am Living.

The One Who Travels Like A Lover Searching For A New Passion Is Suddenly Blessed With New Eyes, New Ears, New Senses.