They Say Ignorance Is Bliss.... They're Wrong

What's Happened To Me,' He Thought. It Was No Dream.

I Am A Cage, In Search Of A Bird.

We All Have Wings, But They Have Not Been Of Any Avail To Us And If We Could Tear Them Off, We Would Do So.

Writing [is] A Form Of Prayer.

From Outside One Will Always Triumphantly Impress Theories Upon The World And Then Fall Straight Into The Ditch One Has Dug, But Only From Inside Will One Keep Oneself And The World Quiet And True.