We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
For a game, you don’t need a teacher.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.
Disease often comes with a smiling face.
Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.