Humans are almost always lonely.

I'm the well-trained fruit tree. Full of well-trained feelings and abilities and all of them grafted onto me

The day hums sweetly when you have enough bees working for you.

Hope clouds observation.

The proximity of a desirable thing tempts one to overindulgence. On that path lies danger.

What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood! Mood's a thing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It's not for fighting.

Argument closes off the doors of the senses. It always masks violence. Continued too long, argument always leads to violence.