Night Is A World Lit By Itself.

If You Are Good To This One And That One, This One And That One Will Say That You Are Good. If You Are Good To Everyone, No One Will Say That You Are Good.

He Who Holds Me By A Thread Is Not Strong; The Thread Is Strong.

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.

Yes, One Must Suffer, Even In Vain, So As Not To Have Lived In Vain.

Beyond My Body My Veins Are Invisible.