The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.

The Work Of Magic Is This, That It Breathes And At Every Breath Transforms Realities.

There Is A Field Beyond All Notions Of Right And Wrong. Come, Meet Me There.

This Mirror Inside Me Shows. I Can’t Say What, But I Can’t Not Know. I Run From Body. I Run From Spirit. I Do Not Belong Anywhere.

You Have Forgotten The One Who Doesn't Care About Ownership, Who Doesn't Try To Turn A Profit From Every Human Exchange.

When I Die, I Shall Soar With Angels, And When I Die To The Angels, What I Shall Become You Cannot Imagine.