If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would've thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets.

To go against the grain is the secret of bravery.

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no rewards, no punishment, No guilt, no judges, no hierarchies; Only silent equality.

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

In the essence of truth lies deceit.