Never Utter The Truism But

You Have Just Dined, And However Scrupulously The Slaughterhouse Is Concealed In The Graceful Distance Of Miles, There Is Complicity.

What You Are Shouts At Me So Loudly That I Can't Hear A Word You Say.

Beauty Without Expression Is Boring.

Sometimes We Receive The Power To Say Yes To Life. Then Peace Enters Us And Makes Us Whole.

We Fly To Beauty As An Asylum From The Terrors Of Finite Nature.