There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. The time has come to weigh those things, this space is getting hot.

Destroy yourself physically and morally and insist that all true brothers do likewise as an expression of unity.

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master