Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

He who would eat the kernel, must crack the shell. [Lat., Qui e nuce nucleum esse vult, frangat nucem.].

Take out the kernel of spiritual truth with any faith, and what is left is dogma..

Faith is like a kernel of wheat..

The idea of abstracting away the one thing that must be blindingly fast, the kernel, is inherently counter productive..

Within every elaborate lie, a kernel of truth..