In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.

How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.

When following God, Zero we never find.