I Offer You What I Have My

We Are Not Born To Survive. Only To Live.

To Say What Or Where We Came From Has Nothing To Do With What Or Where We Came From. We Do Not Come From There Any More, But Only From Each Word That Proceeds Out Of The Mouth Of The Unnamed. And Yet Sometimes It Is Our Only Way Of Pointing To Who We Are.

You Grieve Not That Heaven Does Not Exist But That It Exists Without Us

My Cradle Was A Shoe.

Through All Of Youth I Was Looking For You Without Knowing What I Was Looking For