War, like children's fights, are meaningless, pitiless, and contemptible.

Every door is another passage, another boundary we have to go beyond.

But meditate now on steadfastness and clarity, and let those be the wings that lift and soar through the celestial spheres.

Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

The day is conscious of itself.

I lost everything i have, found myself.

Fasting blinds the body in order to open the eyes of your soul.