Nothing is part of everything.
Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.
There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.
The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.