Music fills the infinite between two souls.

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.

It means that God's Creation has not its source in any necessity; it comes from his fullness of joy; it is his love that creates, therefore in Creation is his own revealment.

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.

That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for entrance?

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

I never give answers. I lead on from one question to another. That is my leadership.