We become aware of the void as we fill it.
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
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.
When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.
The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.