Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.
Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.
To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.
I recreate myself; that is my only power.
To dream on occasion is not dreaming, To love on occasion is not love.
When following God, Zero we never find.