Information is a lot like water; it's hard to hold on to, and hard to keep from leaking away.

Every seed has a story.

Both life and death manifest in every moment of existence. Our human body appears and disappears moment by moment, without cease, and this ceaseless arising and passing away is what we experience as time and being. They are not separate. They are one thing, and in even a fraction of a second, we have the opportunity to choose, and to turn the course of our action either toward the attainment of truth or away from it. Each instant is utterly critical to the whole world.

Everything in the universe is constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives.

But in the time it takes to say now, now is already over. It's already then.

She smiled. “Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.

What if I travel so far away in my dreams that I can't get back in time to wake up?