Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A

Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape.

Purify Your Eyes, And See The Pure World. Your Life Will Fill With Radiant Forms.

I Died From A Mineral And Plant Became, Died From The Plant, Took A Sentient Frame; Died From The Beast, Donned A Human Dress - When By My Dying Did I Ever Grow Less.

Oh! Joy For He Who Has Escaped From This World Of Perfumes And Color! For Beyond These Colors And These Perfumes, These Are Other Colors In The Heart And The Soul.

Your Depression Is Connected To Your Insolence And Refusal To Praise.