The world is a playground, and death is the night.
I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.
Don't stray from your Heart's intent.
Tie two birds together. They will not be able to fly, even though they now have four wings.
The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.
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?