Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.
I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.
Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.
One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.
Possible is more a matter of attitude, a matter of decision, to choose among the impossible possibilities, when one sound opportunity becomes a possible solution.
We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.