The Lion Who Breaks The Enemy's Ranks

Criticism Polishes My Mirror.

Some Huge Work Goes On Growing. How Could One Person´s Words Matter? Where You Walk Heads Pop From The Ground. What Is One Seed Head Compared To You? On My Death Day I´ll Know The Answer. I Have Cleared This House, So That Your Work Can, When It Comes, Fill Every Room. I Slide Like An Empty Boat Pulled Over The Water.

I Am Merely A Guest, Born In This World To Know The Secrets That Lie Beyond It.

To Find The Beloved, You Must Become The Beloved.

In The House Of Lovers, The Music Never Stops, The Walls Are Made Of Songs & The Floor Dances