No One Has Mastery, Before

Beauty Depends On Purpose. It Is In The Elements Best Suited To Their Purpose Or Aim That Beauty Shines Forth Most Strongly.

The Idea Is There Locked Inside. All You Have To Do Is Remove The Excess Stone.

From Such A Gentle Thing, From Such A Fountain Of All Delight, My Every Pain Is Born.

Dear To Me Is Sleep: Still More, Being Made Of Stone, While Pain And Guilt Still Linger Here Below, Blindness And Numbness--these Please Me Alone; Then Do Not Wake Me, Keep Your Voices Low.

I Feast On Wine And Bread, And Feasts They Are.