We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
Nothing is part of everything.
A word only writes its night and rides its dream.
My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.
Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.
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.