All The Soarings Of My Mind Begin

Thus We Live, Forever Taking Leave.

Make Your Ego Porous. Will Is Of Little Importance, Complaining Is Nothing, Fame Is Nothing. Openness, Patience, Receptivity, Solitude Is Everything.

...a Carefree Letting Go Of Oneself, Not A Caution, But A Wise Blindness.

Irony: Don't Let Yourself Be Controlled By It, Especially During Uncreative Moments.

Never Has Grief Been Possessed, Never Has Love Been Learned, And What Removes Us In Death Is Not Revealed.