Swim Out Of Your Little Pond.

Lovers Don't Finally Meet Somewhere. They're In Each Other All Along.

Words Can Fertilize Space Now And Then; Don't Deny Yourself Becoming Enriched.

I Was Once Like You, Enlightened And "rational", I Too Scoffed At Lovers, Now I Am Drunk, Crazed, Thin With Misery. No One Is Safe! Watch Out.

He Is Like A Man Using A Candle To Look For The Sun

Beyond The Rightness Or Wrongness Of Things There Is A Field, I'll Meet You There