Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That

But Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You. Love One Another But Make Not A Bond Of Love: Let It Rather Be A Moving Sea Between The Shores Of Your Souls.

And Some Of Your Elders Remember Pleasures With Regret Like Wrongs Committed In Drunkenness. But Regret Is The Beclouding Of The Mind And Not Its Chastisement. They Should Remember Their Pleasures With Gratitude, As They Would The Harvest Of A Summer.

Between The Shores Of The Oceans And The Summit Of The Highest Mountain Is A Secret Route That You Must Absolutely Take Before Being One With The Sons Of The Earth.

Sayings Remain Meaningless Until They Are Embodied In Habits.

To Belittle, You Have To Be Little.