Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.
My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything.
A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.
Yes, I will try to be. Because I believe that not being is arrogant.