In reality, every reality is a veil over reality.

There are persons who rise through grief and there are persons who fall because of grief.

In order to spend out our time (life) we sell some of this time. We work for someone, we labour. In freedom we do slavery.

The ocean sleeps. The ocean wakes. And the waking of the ocean is the waking of the soul. At midnight wakefulness springs from within the ocean.

Investigation after declaration of submission leads astray.

We wish to become one thing or another, rather we wish to become everything and in this pursuit of becoming everything we only end up becoming idiots.

The world is ancient, but it has not lost its newness.