Stop Learning. Start Knowing

Those Loves Which Are For The Sake Of A Colour Are Not Love. In The End They Are A Disgrace.

If Only You Knew What Bliss I Find In Being Nothing.

A Lover In Life Will Be A Lover In Death, A Lover In The Tomb, A Lover In Paradise, A Lover On The Day Of Resurrection.

Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing Is Growing, Where Something Might Be Planted, A Seed, Possibly, From The Absolute.

A Little While Alone In Your Room Will Prove More Valuable Than Anything Else That Could Ever Be Given You.