Necessity Is Not A Fact; It's An

There Is A Rollicking Kindness That Looks Like Malice.

One Must Separate From Anything That Forces One To Repeat No Again And Again.

It Is The Stillest Words That Bring The Storm.

I Love Him Who Is Of A Free Spirit And A Free Heart: Thus Is His Head Only The Bowels Of His Heart; His Heart, However, Causeth His Down-going.

What, Then Is Truth?... Truths Are Illusions About Which One Has Forgotten That This Is What They Are.