Humanity does not know where to go because no one is waiting for it: not even God.
We have a world for each one, but we do not have a world for all.
Beyond my body my veins are invisible.
My truths do not last long in me. Not as long as those that are not mine.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.