My Bits Of Time Play With Eternity.

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

The Confession Of One Man Humbles All.

Set Out From Any Point. They Are All Alike. They All Lead To A Point Of Departure.

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

Those Who Gave Away Their Wings Are Sad Not To See Them Fly.