The Socratic Method..

The symbol shall move me more than what it symbolizes Abstractions would move me more than the real.. The essence of things elude...

Weaving magic, my magician and I.. Unraveling our lives-our gods, our lies. We travel light for we are to travel far.. Leaving ...

There's a glass wall separating me from my world and I've been banging my head against it. But it would not break.. A stra...

Who moves this all, if indeed there be a mover? Sensitive-and i see, Voids translating into space, hollowness chiseled to form, ...

My teacher is simple, Undistorted and brilliant Stemming from freedom and blossoming in love.. Ever probing, ever silent. Taking...

So I've tasted colours noone else has ever tasted, They've stunned my senses and numbed my tongue, I was afraid I could taste ...

The man asked me indeed, if I had ever loved, lived, felt, hated or tasted the various forms of passion which thus (supposedly) made us hu...