Every Man Is The Son

Lovers Are Commonly Industrious To Make Themselves Uneasy.

Believe There Are No Limits But The Sky.

That One Man Scorned And Covered With Scars Still Strove With His Last Ounce Of Courage To Reach The Unreachable Star.

I Would Have Nobody To Control Me; I Would Be Absolute: And Who But I? Now, He That Is Absolute Can Do What He Likes; He That Can Do What He Likes Can Take His Pleasure; He That Can Take His Pleasure Can Be Content; And He That Can Be Content Has No More To Desire. So The Matter 's Over; And Come What Will Come, I Am Satisfied.

That's The Nature Of Women, Not To Love When We Love Them, And To Love When We Love Them Not.