The eyes of the soul speak with an accent of truth, uninterpretable by the lies of our lips.

My mother, my father, the sister of my brother and the daughter of my son...

When the sun has far burned, the oceans are far dry and their sands are of an endless spread who will remember our names?

I will walk. I will climb. I will fall, but I will find.

Gone are the days when men were men. Hollowed refractions, mirroring the reality of the herald truth, is that all that is left?

We are the sounds of love, sung by time as melodies for eternity.

In darkness I was born, from beneath my father's tomb. In darkness I will die, nestled in the cradle of my mother's womb.

Do you know what evil is? Evil is the subjective consciousness of the maternal darkness. Evil is the existential ego of the ego, the...

I have lost all that I could ever gain. I have forgotten all that I could ever remember. I have become all that of which I would never...