Life is a mask through which the universe expresses itself.
The day hums sweetly when you have enough bees working for you.
I cry for those not yet dead.
That path leads ever down into stagnation.
the sleeper must awaken.
Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent. It depends in part upon the myth-making imagination of humankind. The person who experiences greatness must have a feeling for the myth he or she is in. That person must reflect what is projected upon him or her.