Before he finishes his figure eight
he saw a side road so bright...

Nothing survives alone
if it is not particle of something else...

Grace is a sublime state of consciousness
when the pebbles are eroded and round...

The key, is
that there are no keys...

Our conscience is the
very presence of others...

There's nowhere to go
for everywhere is here and...

I might have no future,
but I might have...

If the future wasn’t you
I would be forever imprisoned in me...

Why
don't we have patience...

In the swirl of eternity,
right at the throat of an hourglass...

Unsightly world searching for unsightliness in...
to constantly conform herself...

Art is the deviation from ordinary.
God...