Death swallows death.

There is nobody to wake up eternal seekers.

Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.

Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.

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.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.