Only A Fool Thinks Price

Has My Heart Gone To Sleep? Have The Beehives Of My Dreams Stopped Working, The Waterwheel Of The Mind Run Dry, Scoops Turning Empty, Only Shadow Inside? No, My Heart Is Not Asleep. It Is Awake, Wide Awake. Not Asleep, Not Dreaming— Its Eyes Are Opened Wide Watching Distant Signals, Listening On The Rim Of Vast Silence

There Is No One So Bound To His Own Face That He Does Not Cherish The Hope Of Presenting Another To The World.

Death Is Something We Shouldn't Fear Because, While We Are, Death Isn't, And When Death Is, We Aren't.

Only A Fool Thinks Price And Value Are The Same.

Life Is The Path You Beat While You Walk It It's The Walking That Beats The Path It Is Not The Path That Makes The Walk