Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
Nobility is not only in forgiveness.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned, To live without dying, And I am sad about it. But I lived And I am happy about that.
One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.