Stop, Open Up, Surrender The Beloved Blind

Where There Is Ruin, There Is Hope For A Treasure.

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

Disputational Knowing Wants Customers. It Has No Soul.

The Body Itself Is To Reveal The Light That's Blazing Inside Your Presence.

Heartsick, Heartbroken - To Know Love Is To Know Pain. What Could Be More Common? Even So, Each Broken Heart Is So Singular That With It We Probe The Divine.