The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him - it cannot fail

Strong and content I travel the open road.

O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

I know I am deathless. No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before. I laugh at what you call dissolution, and I know the amplitude of time.

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.

The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.