Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need

Love Opens My Chest, And Thought Returns To Its Confines.

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

The Men Of God Are Like Fishes In The Ocean; They Pop Up Into View On The Surface Here And There And Everywhere, As They Please.

Don't Try To Steer The Boat. Don't Open Shop For Yourself. Listen. Keep Silent. You Are Not God's Mouthpiece. Try To Be An Ear, And If You Do Speak, Ask For Explanations.

You Think The Shadow Is The Substance.