I believe in the goddess of mystery. And she’s always pregnant!
Mix a little mystery with everything, for mystery arouses veneration.
All roads lead to Trantor, and that is where all stars end.
PDR: Persons of Dubious Reality; refugees from the collective consciousness. Uninvited visitors who have fallen through the grating that divides the real, from the written. They arrive with their actions hardwired due to their repetitious...
What does myself now say to me?”Open the door of Mystery.
when I see you, I see mystery – a pale moon’s beauty behind a veil of cloud
Just calm down and think, sir. Think. Where is your wife?
Mom always taught me not to use the word hate. As if it were profanity.