Slowly, Desolately, The Fist Of What We'd

If You Make Your Heart Into A Weapon, You End Up Using It On Yourself.

I Don't Know What Frightens Me More, The Power That Crushes Us, Or Our Endless Ability To Endure It.

Some Feelings Sink So Deep Into The Heart That Only Loneliness Can Help You Find Them Again.

One, What Would Happen If Everyone Did This Thing? Two, Would This Help Or Hinder The Movement Toward Universal Ultimate Complexity?

At First, When We Truly Love Someone, Our Greatest Fear Is That The Loved One Will Stop Loving Us. What We Should Fear And Dread, Of Course, Is That We Won't Stop Loving Them, Even After They're Dead And Gone.