Empty Your Mind, Stop Thinking

What Was Broken Will Never Be The Same Again.

Each Human Being Was Given Two Qualities: Power And The Gift. Power Directs Us Towards Our Destiny; The Gift Obliges Us To Share With Others What Is Best In Us.

In The Northern Hemisphere, Always Dressing According To The Season: Bare Arms In Spring (however Cold It Is) And Woolen Jacket In Winter (however Hot It Is).

I Gaze Lovingly At "hilal" A Love That Is Reflected Through Time Or What We Imagine To Be Time, As In A Mirror. She Was Never Mine And Never Will Be; That Is How It Is. We Are Both Creators And Creatures, But We Are Also Puppets In God's Hands, And There Is A Line We Cannot Cross, A Line That Was Drawn For Reasons We Cannot Know. We Can Approach And Even Dabble Our Toes In The River But We Are Forbidden To Plunge In And Let Ourselves Be Carried Along By The Current.

Each Human Being Has Been Granted A Virtue: The Capacity To Choose. For He Who Does Not Use This Virtue, It Becomes A Curse - And Others Will Always Choose For Him.