Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.

Do not look too far for you will see nothing.

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

We grow from our dreams.

Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.

Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.

I can see myself before myself - a being through dark scenery.