I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.

My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear - a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The…

I go - as others already crucified have gone. And think not we are weary of crucifixion. For we must be crucified by larger and yet larger men, between greater…

For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I crie…

A paranoid-schizophrenic is a guy who just found out what's going on.

(Hawthorne Abendsen) told us about our own world. This, what's around us now. He wants us to see it for what it is. And I do, and more so each moment.

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.