In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.

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

To go against the grain is the secret of bravery.

All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.

From one bell all the bells toll.

You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes.