The fear of separation is all that unites.
My bits of time play with eternity.
All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.
Man talks about everything, and he talks about everything as though the understanding of everything were all inside him.
The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.
Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything.