Humanity Does Not Know Where

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

He Who Tells The Truth Says Almost Nothing.

Not Using Faults Does Not Mean That One Does Not Have Them.