Every Rose That Is Sweet-scented

The Whole Business Of Love Is To Drown In The Sea.

God Has Allowed Some Magical Reversal To Occur, So That You See The Scorpion Pit As An Object Of Desire, And All The Beautiful Expanse Around It As Dangerous And Swarming With Snakes.

I Drank That Wine Of Which The Soul Is Its Vessel. Its Ecstasy Has Stolen My Intellect Away. A Light Came And Kindled A Flame In The Depth Of My Soul. A Light So Radiant That The Sun Orbits Around It Like A Butterfly.

There Is A Life-force Within Your Soul, Seek That Life.

You Run Back And Forth Listening For Unusual Events, Peering Into The Faces Of Travelers. "why Are You Looking At Me Like A Madman?" I Have Lost A Friend. Please Forgive Me.