Only Divine Love Bestows The Keys Of

It Is Wrong To Say: I Think. One Ought To Say: I Am Thought. I Is Someone Else.

And From Then On, I Bathed In The Poem Of The Sea, Star-infused, And Opalescent, Devouring Green Azures

And Again: No More Gods! No More Gods! Man Is King, Man Is God! - But The Great Faith Is Love!

You Will Always Be A Hyena.

He Would Say, "how Funny It Will All Seem, All You've Gone Through, When I'm Not Here Anymore, When You No Longer Feel My Arms Around Your Shoulders, Nor My Heart Beneath You, Nor This Mouth On Your Eyes, Because I Will Have To Go Away Some Day, Far Away..." And In That Instant I Could Feel Myself With Him Gone, Dizzy With Fear, Sinking Down Into The Most Horrible Blackness: Into Death.