Lord, Bend Me, Or I

Every Perfect Traveler Always Creates The Country Where He Travels.

It Was Certainly Not This Mummified And Outrageously Painted Old Woman He Was Seeing Before Him, But The Entire "female Species," As It Was His Custom To Call Women. The Individual Disappeared, The Features Were Obliterated, Whether Young Or Senile, Beautiful Or Ugly - Those Were Mere Unimportant Variations. Behind Each Woman Rises The Austere, Sacred And Mysterious Face Of Aphrodite.

I Collect My Tools: Sight, Smell, Touch, Taste, Hearing, Intellect. Night Has Fallen.

I Hope For Nothing. I Fear Nothing. I Am Free. Inscription On Kazantakis's Tomb In Heraklion, Greece

Everything In This World Has A Hidden Meaning.