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.
Sleep is a mirror of life in which can be seen the reflection of death.
Investigation after declaration of submission leads astray.
When the eye becomes the heart, the heart becomes the eye.
When the child is ill, the mother will know how to pray.
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.