More Grievous Than Tears Is The Sight

My Father, When He Went, Made My Childhood A Gift Of A Half A Century.

Everything Is A Little Bit Of Darkness, Even The Light.

My Final Belief Is Suffering. And I Begin To Believe That I Do Not Suffer.

When I Do Not Walk In The Clouds I Walk As Though I Were Lost.

Situated In Some Nebulous Distance I Do What I Do So That The Universal Balance Of Which I Am A Part May Remain A Balance.