A Tree Weeps When Cut

Often When You Ask For One Thing You Receive Another, This Is The Mysterious Thing About Prayer, We Address Them To Heaven With Some Private Intention, But They Choose Their Own Path, Sometimes They Delay, Allowing Other Prayers To Overtake Them, Frequently They Overlap And Become Hybrid Prayers Of Dubious Origin, Which Quarrel And Argue Among Themselves.

A Journey Never Ends. Only The Travellers End.

Blessed Be The Night, Which Conceals And Protects Things Fair And Foul With The Same Indifferent Mantle.

...we Confidently Say That It's Not Worth Trying To Reach Any Conclusions Merely Because We Decide To Stop Halfway Along The Path That Would Lead Us Straight To Them.

I Think We Are Blind, Blind But Seeing, Blind People Who Can See, But Do Not See.