You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.

Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.

There are many secrets; don’t try to resolve them all.

From one bell all the bells toll.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.

We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.