Oh, Lord God, Have Mercy

Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter’s Oven?

Be Like The Flower, Turn Your Faces To The Sun.

For The First Time The Sun Kissed My Own Naked Face And My Soul Was Inflamed With Love For The Sun, And I Wanted My Masks No More. And As If In A Trance I Cried, "blessed, Blessed Are The Thieves Who Stole My Masks." Thus I Became A Madman.

Perplexity Is The Beginning Of Knowledge.

A Truly Religious Man Does Not Embrace A Religion; And He Who Embraces One Has No Religion.