If you do not raise your eyes you will think that you are the highest point.
My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.
Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.
What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.
We become aware of the void as we fill it.
My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.