Monoculture is mono for the earth.
If the present is left unopened,now, it is closed.
If nostalgia holds you hostage,the ransom is the present.
A mask is what we wear to hide from ourselves.
Exaggeration is the kissing cousin of both truth and lie.
Landing on the shores of normalcy is wonderful, especially after being tossed around in the sea of sickness.
If you lend the present, it will never be returned.
If you lock the door on sorrow,how will it leave your heart?
Behind every face lies a mask. Behind it lies another onion layer of mask. If you peel the skins, you may cry
Do precedes done.No precedes none.