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.
Those who hate rain hate life.
Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.
Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.
Nothing is part of everything.
Love is almost never simple.