For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Know the true definition of yourself. That is essential. Then, when you know your own definition, flee from it.
Appear as you are, or be as you appear.
For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.