Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.
There can be no forced inspiration.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.
If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it?
We grow from our dreams.