As The Strings Of A Lute Are

Man Struggles To Find Life Outside Himself, Unaware That The Life He Is Seeking Is Within Him.

Saying This, He Turned His Head Toward The Window As If He Were Trying To Solve The Problems Of Human Existence By Concentrating On The Beauty Of The Universe.

Long Were The Days Of Pain I Have Spent Within Its Walls, And Long Were The Nights Of Aloneness; And Who Can Depart From His Pain And His Aloneness Without Regret?

Your House Is Your Larger Body.

To Belittle, You Have To Be Little.