The Creator Must Be A World For

In The Difficult Are The Friendly Forces, The Hands That Work On Us.

He Who Understands One Thing Understands Everything, For The Same Laws Are In All.

Wishes Are Recollections Coming From The Future.

I Am A House Gutted By Fire Where Only The Guilty Sometimes Sleep Before The Punishment That Devours Them Hounds Them Out In The Open.

They, Who Passed Away Long Ago, Still Exist In Us, As Predisposition, As Burden Upon Our Fate, As Murmuring Blood, And As Gesture That Rises Up From The Depths Of Time.