On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire

To Reflect Is To Disturb One's Thoughts.

To Live Is Often To Struggle Toward Goals One Has No Desire To Reach.

On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire Still Appears Infinite.

I Should Have No Use For A Paradise In Which I Should Be Deprived Of The Right To Prefer Hell.

There Are Big And Little Truths, But All Belong To The Same Race.