If You Could Leave Your Selfishness, You

You're Water. We're The Millstone. You're Wind. We're Dust Blown Up Into Shapes. You're Spirit. We're The Opening And Closing Of Our Hands. You're The Clarity. We're The Language That Tries To Say It. You're Joy. We're All The Different Kinds Of Laughing.

As For Us, He Has Appointed The Job Of Permanent Unemployment. If He Wanted Us To Work, After All, He Would Not Have Created This Wine. With A Skinfull Of This, Sir, Would You Rush Out To Commit Economics?

Be Patient, Even If Every Possibility Seems Closed.

Place A Padlock On Your Throat And Hide The Key.

When Water Is Still Like A Mirror It Can Behold The Moon.