Your Eyes Are Even Smaller,

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

The World Is Like A Courtroom, With God As Our Judge. We Are Called Upon To Fulfill Our Covenant With God, Who Asked, "am I Not Your Lord?" To Which We Answered, "yea." And Since Here On Earth We Are On Trial, Our Every Word And Action Form The Witness To And The Evidence Of That Agreement.

What Will Our Children Do In The Morning If They Do Not See Us Fly?

Love Means To Reach For The Sky And With Every Breath To Tear A Hundred Veils. Love Means To Step Away From The Ego, To Open The Eyes Of Inner Vision And Not To Take This World So Seriously

Listen To The Unstruck Sounds, And What Sifts Through That Music.