Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn.

You Think The Shadow Is The Substance.

That Which Is False Troubles The Heart, But Truth Brings Joyous Tranquility.

In The Silence Between Your Heartbeat Bides A Summons. Do You Hear It? Name It If You Must, Or Leave It Forever Nameless, But Why Pretend It Is Not There?

Keep Silence, Be Mute. If You Have Not Yet Become The Tongue Of God, Be An Ear!

Whenever They Rebuild An Old Building, They Must First Of All Destroy The Old One.