I was listening to a CD called Buddha Bar yesterday. The words from a particular song really has stuck in my head, and my heart too.. A lover knows only humility He has no choice. He steals into your alley at night He has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, dont fret He has no choice. In his frenzied love for you he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment. He has no choice. A lover asked his beloved Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved rep...

Id like to ask a few questions. These are questions that I have been asking for many years now. The answers change as time goes on but the questions are the same. The questions seem to really challenge alot of people. Are you ready for them? Who are you? Why are you here? I look forward to your reply.