The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.

I'm very pessimistic about the future of the human species. We have been so indifferent to life on the whole that it will take its toll. It's not just the polar bears that are having a hard time; what we're doing is gradually impoverishing and poisoning the whole of the rest of life.

Send me out into another life lord because this one is growing faint I do not think it goes all the way

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

we travel far and fast and as we pass through we forget where we have been

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree