Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything.

The children whom nobody leads by the hand are the children who know they are children.

I would ask something more of this world, if it had something more.

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

Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.

They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.

Would there be this eternal seeking if the found existed?