You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.

I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.

The less you think you are, the more you bear. And if you think you are nothing, you bear everything.

The shadows: some hide, others reveal.

More grievous than tears is the sight of them.

If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!

Suffering is above, not below. And everyone thinks that suffering is below. And everyone wants to rise.