Love is the constant reincarnation of yourself combined with every single person that you meet along the way.

To those who say that it is a waste of time to reinvent the wheel, remind them of a time when wheels lacked tires.

And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky.

This life is but a brief tenure, one of many perspectives a spirit must experience in the quest for eternity.

Loved heart, what can I say?
When I was a lark, I sang;
When I was a worm, I devoured.

The self says, I am;
The heart says, I am less;
The spirit says, you are nothing.

A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.