Silence Is Often The Best Thing To

Death Makes A Prophet's Voice Louder.

A Voice Hissed: "he Sheds Tears!" It Was Taken Around The Ring "usal Gives Moisture To The Dead!" He Felt Fingers Touch His Damp Cheek, Heard The Awed Whispers.

When He Wanted, He Could Radiate Charm And Sincerity, But I Often Wonder In These Later Days If Anything About Him Was As It Seemed. I Think Now He Was A Man Fighting Constantly To Escape The Bars Of An Invisible Cage.

When A Wise Man Does Not Understand, He Says: "i Do Not Understand." The Fool And The Uncultured Are Ashamed Of Their Ignorance. They Remain Silent When A Question Could Bring Them Wisdom.

Producing Perfection From Imperfection Is, After All, The Highest Of Art Forms.