What a moth might see from birth to death if black were white and white were black.

If only, then, I had been more living out of the present--such a beautiful word...present. The sense of it being, now to me, more beautiful than 'to look forward.

There are a lot of movies made for nobody.

What a moth might see from birth to death if black were white and white were black.

Art is a sense of magic.

We have the notion that we exist but we have no way to prove it. 'I am' is the closest foundation we can get.

How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'Green'?