You Are The Bows From

Philosophy's Work Is Finding The Shortest Path Between Two Points.

Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That Covers Our Faces.

The Human Heart Cries Out For Help; The Human Soul Implores Us For Deliverance; But We Do Not Heed Their Cries, For We Neither Hear Nor Understand. But The Man Who Hears And Understands We Call Mad, And Flee From Him. Thus The Nights Pass, And We Live In Unawareness; And The Days Greet Us And Embrace Us. But We Live In Constant Dread Of Day And Night.

The Teacher Gives Not Of His Wisdom, But Rather Of His Faith And Lovingness.

They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.