What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.
My truths do not last long in me. Not as long as those that are not mine.
My final belief is suffering. And I begin to believe that I do not suffer.
No one understands that you have given everything. You must give more.
Suffering is above, not below. And everyone thinks that suffering is below. And everyone wants to rise.