I made my own house be my gallows.
The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.
Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?
At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.
For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.
The glory of Him who moves everything penetrates through the universe, and is resplendent in one part more and in another less.