We look too much to museums. The sun coming up in the morning is enough.
My hole is warm and full of light.
Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked.
God is love, I said, but art's the possibility of forms, and shadows are the source of identity.
If only all the contradictory voices shouting in my head would calm down and sing a song in unison, whatever it was I wouldn't care as long as they sang without dissonance.
Please, a definition: A hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action.