Rocks are space, and space is illusion.

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again.

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.

We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.

I have the right ideas, but my words are too... complicated. I need to simplify them, so that people won't get lost in the dark when they see and hear them. I want them to shine like beacons of light in a world of overly complicated darkness. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.