In A Certain Sense The Good Is

I Dream Of A Grave, Deep And Narrow, Where We Could Clasp Each Other In Our Arms As With Clamps, And I Would Hide My Face In You And You Would Hide Your Face In Me, And Nobody Would Ever See Us Any More

Do Not Waste Your Time Looking For An Obstacle - Maybe There Is None.

The Truth Is Always An Abyss.

The True Word Leads; The Untrue Misleads.

I Wanted To Escape The Unrest, To Shut Out The Voices Around Me And Within Me, So I Write.