Throw Off Your Tiredness. Let

The Breath Of The Flute Player: Does It Belong To The Flute?

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.

Bring Anger And Pride Under Your Feet, Turn Them Into A Ladder And Climb Higher.

Run From What's Comfortable. Forget Safety. Live Where You Fear To Live. Destroy Your Reputation. Be Notorious. I Have Tried Prudent Planning Long Enough. From Now On I'll Be Mad.

We Are Even Higher Than The Heavens, We Are Greater Than Angels; Why Should We Not Transcend Both? Our Lodging-place Is Majesty.