We Sometimes Find Truth, But More Often

Nature Knows No Difference Between Weeds And Flowers.

The Hero Used To Be The One In White. Now He Is Harder To Spot.

Self-inflicted Misery Smirks Under Its Crown Of Thorns.

Seek And Hide: The Lover Gazes At The Beloved. The Beloved Looks Away. The Beloved Turns And Looks At The Lover. The Lover Runs Away.

Astrology: Do We Make A Hullabaloo Among The Stars, Or Do They Make A Hullabaloo Down Here?