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We're All Time's Captives, Hostages To Eternity.

Salvation Lies Not In The Faithfulness To Forms, But In The Liberation From Them.

You And I Are Like The First Two People On Earth Who At The Beginning Of The World Had Nothing To Cover Themselves With - At The End Of It, You And I Are Just As Stripped And Homeless. And You And I Are The Last Remembrance Of All That Immeasurable Greatness Which Has Been Created In All The Thousands Of Years Between Their Time And Ours, And It Is In Memory Of All That Vanished Splendour That We Live And Love And Weep And Cling To One Another.

You Fall Into My Arms. You Are The Good Gift Of Destruction's Path, When Life Sickens More Than Disease And Boldness Is The Root Of Beauty - Which Draws Us Together.

How Many Things In The World Deserve Our Loyalty? Very Few Indeed. I Think One Should Be Loyal To Immortality, Which Is Another Word For Life, A Stronger Word For It.