Writing Every Day Is A Way Of

We Shall Not Cease From Exploration

You Are The Music While The Music Lasts.

What Is This Self-inside Us, This Silent Observer, Severe And Speechless Critic, Who Can Terrorize Us, And Urge Us Onto Futile Activity, And In The End, Judge Us Still More Severely For The Errors Into Which His Own Reproaches Drove Us?

Where There Is No Temple There Shall Be No Homes.

We Do Not Pass Twice Through The Same Door Or Return To The Door Through Which We Did Not Pass.