To Determine If You're Human.

Thinking You Know Something Is A Sure Way To Blind Yourself.

Guilt Starts As A Feeling Of Failure.

I Cry For Those Not Yet Dead.

The Future Remains Uncertain And So It Should, For It Is The Canvas Upon Which We Paint Our Desires. Thus Always The Human Condition Faces A Beautifully Empty Canvas. We Possess Only This Moment In Which To Dedicate Ourselves Continuously To The Sacred Presence Which We Share And Create.

Words Can Carry Any Burden We Wish. All That's Required Is Agreement And A Tradition Upon Which To Build.