What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.
If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
The true enemy of man is generalization.
When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.