Sooner Or Later We've All Got To

Don't Spend...but Mend Yourself.

Science Tells Me God Must Exist. My Mind Tells Me I Will Never Understand God. And My Heart Tells Me I Am Not Meant To.

…our Sunsets Have Been Reduced To Wavelengths And Frequencies. The Complexities Of The Universe Have Been Shredded Into Mathematical Equations. Even Our Self-worth As Human Beings Has Been Destroyed.

It Is Said That In Death, All Things Become Clear.

I'm Somebody Who Likes Codes And Ciphers And Chases And Artwork And Architecture, And All The Things You Find In A Robert Langdon Thriller.