Would there be this eternal seeking if the found existed?
Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.
Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.
I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.
No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.