The world is God’s salvation.
When I want to be reminded of stupidity, especially my own, I turn on the TV.
A word only writes its night and rides its dream.
The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.
No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no rewards, no punishment, No guilt, no judges, no hierarchies; Only silent equality.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.