Irony Is The Glory Of

Be Young Forever, Seasons Of The Earth.

Love Means To Look At Yourself The Way One Looks At Distant Things For You Are Only One Thing Among Many.

Only A White-haired Old Man, Who Would Be A Prophet Yet Is Not A Prophet, For He's Much Too Busy, Repeats While He Binds His Tomatoes: No Other End Of The World Will There Be, No Other End Of The World Will There Be.

When I Die, I Will See The Lining Of The World. The Other Side, Beyond Bird, Mountain, Sunset.

Grow Your Tree Of Falsehood From A Small Grain Of Truth.