Perhaps Everything Terrible Is In

I Know Of No Other Advice Than This: Go Within And Scale The Depths Of Your Being From Which Your Very Life Springs Forth.

What We Call Fate Does Not Come Into Us From The Outside, But Emerges From Us.

Be Forever Dead In Eurydice-more Gladly Arise Into The Seamless Life Proclaimed In Your Song. Here, In The Realm Of Decline, Among Momentary Days, Be The Crystal Cup That Shattered Even As It Rang.

Think... Of The World You Carry Within You.

I Implore Those Who Love Me To Love My Solitude.