Our creation is the modification of relationship.
Death is turning out the lamp because the dawn has appeared.
Bravery ceases to be bravery at a certain point, and becomes mere foolhardiness.
In death the many become one; in life the one become many.
A lamp can only light another lamp when it continues to burn in its own flame.
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.