You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.

Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.

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

In an endless silence even screams sound silent.