And If You Sing Though

Your Daily Life Is Your Temple And Your Religion. When You Enter Into It Take With You Your All.

I Am Bored With Gabbers And Their Gab; My Soul Abhors Them. . . . Is There Any Place Where There Is No Traffic In Empty Talk? Is There On This Earth One Who Does Not Worship Himself Talking?

A Traveller I Am, And A Navigator, And Everyday I Discover A New Region Within My Soul.

My House Says To Me, "do Not Leave Me, For Here Dwells Your Past." And The Road Says To Me, "come And Follow Me, For I Am Your Future." And I Say To Both My House And The Road, "i Have No Past, Nor Have I A Future. If I Stay Here, There Is A Going In My Staying; And If I Go There Is A Staying In My Going. Only Love And Death Change All Things."

What Of The Old Serpent Who Cannot Shed His Skin, And Calls All Others Naked And Shameless?