We have a world for each one, but we do not have a world for all.
You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.
I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance.
We become aware of the void as we fill it.