The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.

Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?

Man struggles to find life outside himself, unaware that the life he is seeking is within him.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

Perhaps time’s definition of coal is the diamond.

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

To be closer to god, be closer to people.