Beauty Always Had A Purpose:

I Said Only One Word, Brought Only One Message: Love. Love - Nothing Else.

Every Village Has Its Simpleton, And If One Does Not Exist They Invent One To Pass The Time.

In Religions Which Have Lost Their Creative Spark, The Gods Eventually Become No More Than Poetic Motifs Or Ornaments For Decorating Human Solitude And Walls.

As You Walk, You Cut Open And Create That River Bed Into Which The Stream Of Your Descendants Shall Enter And Flow.

Die Every Day. Be Reborn Again Every Day.