Virtue is like a wild fire  burning in the chest,  and on the lack of integrity  comes its rage. …It is a place for killing because of the music too.

I think that I should avoid the shore,  when the world is making a party  to search that shore.  Maybe threading my way through  the edge of an uncharted city will  better educate me. It is the understanding  of the Self that I seek and not the knowledge. …It looked full into my eyes for…

On the surface of time travel,  we can only see mere delusions.  The nerves of imagination  pulse and vibrate with  extraordinary thoughts.  Life is as stern and real  as ever at the same time.  And curious dark residues  condense and precipitate. …The Self closed itself in against the night.

Words always have  a simple hiss in the distance.  But their potency, magnitude  and sheer odours expose the  world and its receding tides. …Some are attacked in the dark.

My breath made no sound.  But I knew this was not invisible.  Voices thundered in my ears and  my eyes grew conscious of the  Truth that lay outside of me.  This is the unconscious.  Humbled. …Do you think an explanation would help?