Words Have Their Own Hierarchy,

God, The Devil, Good, Evil, It's All In Our Heads, Not In Heaven Or Hell, Which We Also Invented. We Do Not Realize That, Having Invented God, We Immediately Became His Slaves.

The Wise Man Contents Himself With What He Has, Until Such Time As He Invents Something Better.

Oh, I'm Not Just Going Too Far, I've Arrived.

For Human Words Are Like Shadows, And Shadows Are Incapable Of Explaining Light And Between Shadow And Light There Is The Opaque Body From Which Words Are Born.

There Are Such Moments In Life, When, In Order For Heaven To Open, It Is Necessary For A Door To Close.