We Can Escape From Everything, But Not

For Human Words Are Like Shadows, And Shadows Are Incapable Of Explaining Light And Between Shadow And Light There Is The Opaque Body From Which Words Are Born.

With The Passing Of Time, As Well As The Social Evolution And Genetic Exchange, We Ended Up Putting Our Conscience In The Colour Of Blood And In The Salt Of Tears, And, As If That Were Not Enough, We Made Our Eyes Into A Kind Of Mirror Turned Inwards, With The Result That They Often Show Without Reserve What We Are Verbally Trying To Deny.

A Journey Never Ends. Only The Travellers End.

When All Is Said And Done, What Is Clear Is That All Lives End Before Their Time.

The Much-quoted Immaculate Conception Of The Virgin Mary Occurred But Once So That The World Might Know That Almighty God, When He So Chooses, Has No Need Of Men, Though He Cannot Dispense With Women.