Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.
There can be no forced inspiration.
Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.
Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.
What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?
When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.