When You Dream, You Are

Why So Much Innuendo, Draped Like Ivy To Hide A Cesspool, When Everyone Knew The Cesspool Was There?

The Art Of Living Is The Art Of Knowing How To Believe Lies. The Fearful Thing About It Is That, Not Knowing What Truth May Be, We Can Still Recognize Lies.

There Is Something Indecent In Words .

We Obtain Things When We No Longer Want Them.

Life Is Not A Search For Experience, But For Ourselves. Having Discovered Our Own Fundamental Level We Realize That It Conforms To Our Own Destiny And We Find Peace.