It's Spring When The World

The Artist Is No Other Than He Who Unlearns What He Has Learned, In Order To Know Himself.

(existing's Tricky:but To Live's A Gift)

Seeming's Enough For Slaves Of Space And Time - Ours Is The Now And Here Of Freedom. Come.

Twice I Have Lived Forever In A Smile

Nothing Which We Are To Perceive In This World Equals The Power Of Your Intense Fragility