One Morning, As Gregor Samsa

The Fathers Of The Church Were Not Afraid To Go Out Into The Desert Because They Had A Richness In Their Hearts. But We, With Richness All Around Us, Are Afraid, Because The Desert Is In Our Hearts.

I Dream Of A Grave, Deep And Narrow, Where We Could Clasp Each Other In Our Arms As With Clamps, And I Would Hide My Face In You And You Would Hide Your Face In Me, And Nobody Would Ever See Us Any More

Test Yourself On Mankind. It Is Something That Makes The Doubter Doubt, The Believer Believe.

I Carry The Bars Within Me.

All Knowledge, The Totality Of All Questions And Answers, Is Contained In The Dog.