All Work Is Empty Save

And Your Fragrance Shall Be My Breath, And Together We Shall Rejoice Through All The Seasons.

There Is A Desire Deep Within The Soul Which Drives Man From The Seen To The Unseen, To Philosophy And To The Divine.

The Philosopher's Soul Dwells In His Head, The Poet's Soul Is In His Heart; The Singer's Soul Lingers About His Throat, But The Soul Of The Dancer Abides In All Her Body.

Know, Therefore, That From The Greater Silence I Shall Return... Forget Not That I Shall Come Back To You... A Little While, A Moment Of Rest Upon The Wind, And Another Woman Shall Bear Me.

Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That Covers Our Faces.