And Once You Are Awake,

I Too Have Been In The Underworld, As Was Odysseus, And I Will Often Be There Again; Not Only Sheep Have I Sacrificed So As To Beable To Speak With A Few Dead Souls, But Neither Have I Spared My Own Blood As Well.

Pardon Me, My Friends, I Have Ventured To Paint My Happiness On The Wall.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Deep Even In The Wounding

One Should Only Question Gods Where None But Gods Can Reply.

The Mouth May Lie, Alright, But The Face It Makes Nonetheless Tells The Truth.