Writing Is Nothing More Than A Guided

I Gazed At Every Mirror On The Planet, Not One Gave Back My Reflection.

Time, Which Despoils Castles, Enriches Verses.

A Man Sets Out To Draw The World. As The Years Go By, He Peoples A Space With Images Of Provinces, Kingdoms, Mountains, Bays, Ships, Islands, Fishes, Rooms, Instruments, Stars, Horses, And Individuals. A Short Time Before He Dies, He Discovers That The Patient Labyrinth Of Lines Traces The Lineaments Of His Own Face.

So Plant Your Own Gardens And Decorate Your Own Soul, Instead Of Waiting For Someone To Bring You Flowers.

The Minotaur More Than Justifies The Existence Of The Labyrinth.