If You Become Involved With

Paths Are Made By Walking

Dread Of Night. Dread Of Not-night.

The Limited Circle Is Pure.

Alas," Said The Mouse, "the Whole World Is Growing Smaller Every Day. At The Beginning It Was So Big That I Was Afraid, I Kept Running And Running, And I Was Glad When I Saw Walls Far Away To The Right And Left, But These Long Walls Have Narrowed So Quickly That I Am In The Last Chamber Already, And There In The Corner Stands The Trap That I Must Run Into." "you Only Need To Change Your Direction," Said The Cat, And Ate It Up.

Love Is, That You Are The Knife Which I Plunge Into Myself.