There is no pattern the human mind can devise that does not exist already within the bounds of nature…Everything we do, see, write, notate, all are an echo of the deep seams of the universe....

Who’s to say? Life is not, as we are taught, a matter of seeking answers, but rather learning which are the questions we should ask.

The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures...

For when all else is done, on­ly words re­main. Words en­dure.