All things interpret all other things—
each refracting the rest...

Behold!
They crusade to crucify...

Religions are the shadows
cast by the candle of Truth...

All speech is made
to vanish...

I am not looking for happiness.
Happiness is looking for me...

We are Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot,
the “Waiting for the Anti-Christ” deluxe...

Justice
is the human ability...

Forests in suits,
trees dressed in metal...

Why is it
that never and always...

(a hymn from the Book of the Crossroads)
Here I go...

When all the bubbles burst,
in far-off islands...

The memory of your laughter
devours the miles...