Veils Of Love Which Was

We All Got Holes In Our Lives. Nobody Dies In A Perfect Garment.

If Only I Had Discipline, But Alas, It Is Only An Obsessive-compulsive Trait And The Beauty Of Habit That Causes Me To Return Again And Again To My Work.

Life Will Break You. Nobody Can Protect You From That.

...whom He Had Saved From A Life Of Excessive Freedom

...which Causes Me To Wonder, My Own Purpose On So Many Days As Humble As The Spider's, What Is Beautiful That I Make? What Is Elegant? What Feeds The World?