The world is nothing but a moment.
The world is a playground, and death is the night.
Loosen the bonds of avarice from your hands and neck.
The friend who knows a lot more than you do will bring difficulties, and grief, and sickness, as medicine, as happiness, as the essence of the moment when you're beaten when you hear Checkmate, and can finally say, I trust you to kill me.
Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one.
Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.