If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it?
In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.
You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes.
Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.