the closer...

the closer i get to the light...

Love, we are in God's hand.

How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead;

How free we seem, how fettered fast we are!

There is a time for

everything, and a season for every

activity under heaven: a
time to be born and a time to

die, a time to plant and

a time to uproot, a time to kill

and a time to heal, a time to tear

down and

a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to

dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather

them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search

and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear

and a time to mend, a time to be silent

and a time to speak, a time to love

and a time to hate,
a time for war

and a time for peace. Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?

Meaningless! Meaningless! Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless!

all the things that are done under the sun; all

of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

Reach many a time a heaven that's shut to me... My works

are nearer heaven, but i sit here.

Einsamkeit - Schön und traurig zugleich
We all have a dark side.. But i can feel mine creeping over the corners.

Was it for this the clay grew tall?

Dies Irae
... the longer my shadow becomes.