They Are The Privileged Lovers Who Create

Each And Every Part Of The World Is A Snare For The Fool And A Means Of Deliverance For The Wise.

I Died From A Mineral And Plant Became, Died From The Plant, Took A Sentient Frame; Died From The Beast, Donned A Human Dress - When By My Dying Did I Ever Grow Less.

Oh Lovers, Where Are You Going? Who Are You Looking For? Your Beloved Is Right Here.

To Live Without You Is To Be Robbed Of Love And What Is Life Without It? To Live Without You Is Death To Me, My Love But Some Call It Life.

Whenever They Rebuild An Old Building, They Must First Of All Destroy The Old One.