All Language Is A Longing For Home.

You Run Back And Forth Listening For Unusual Events, Peering Into The Faces Of Travelers. "why Are You Looking At Me Like A Madman?" I Have Lost A Friend. Please Forgive Me.

What You Are Seeking Is Also Seeking You.

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

Let Yourself Be Gently Pulled By The Deeper Desire Of What You Want.

For The Water Animals, The Ocean Is Like A Garden; For The Land Animals, It Is Death And Pain.