What We Pay For With Our Lives

Situated In Some Nebulous Distance I Do What I Do So That The Universal Balance Of Which I Am A Part May Remain A Balance.

I Believe That The Soul Consists Of Its Sufferings. For The Soul That Cures Its Own Sufferings Dies.

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

When I Do Not Walk In The Clouds I Walk As Though I Were Lost.

Humanity Does Not Know Where To Go Because No One Is Waiting For It: Not Even God.