You Cried For Night - It Falls.

The Only Sin Is The Sin Of Being Born.

There's Something Dripping In My Head. A Heart, A Heart In My Head.

The Time-state Of Attainment Eliminates So Accurately The Time-state Of Aspiration, That The Actual Seems The Inevitable, And, All Conscious Intellectual Effort To Reconstitute The Invisible And Unthinkable As A Reality Being Fruitless, We Are Incapable Of Appreciating Our Joy By Comparing It With Our Sorrow.

Unfathomable Mind, Now Beacon, Now Sea.

We All Are Born Mad. Some Remain So.