When I saw you for the first time.
I knew then...

I think therefore you are!
You are, therefore I am...

Time, is as arbitrary as perspective,
the spatial vision...

They just see perspective
for their attention is conditioned...

The awe of wrinkles,
will wither and desiccate...

The key, is
that there are no keys...

You—
who, in all this noise...

We do not need religion;
we have God...

Our countenances—
nothing but impressions...

To my little niece
I miss you from the bottom of my heart...

The most vicious beast—
suspicion, not conviction...

Inner and outer —
without both, no bird takes flight...