You Say, The Sensed Absence

We Yearned For The Future. How Did We Learn It, That Talent For Insatiability?

The Desire To Be Loved Is The Last Illusion. Give It Up And You Will Be Free.

Nature Full Strength Is More Than We Can Take, Adam One Used To Say. It's A Potent Hallucinogen, A Soporific, For The Untrained Soul. We're No Longer At Home In It. We Need To Dilute It. We Can't Drink It Straight. And God Is The Same. Too Much God And You Overdose. God Needs To Be Filtered.

You Refuse To Own Yourself, You Permit Others To Do It For You

It's Doors I'm Afraid Of Because I Can't See Through Them, Its The Door Opening By Itself In The Wind I'm Afraid Of.