Go As Far As You Can. Go

The Sole Way To Save Oneself Is To Save Others. Or To Struggle To Save Others -even That Is Sufficient.

Truly, Everything In This World Depended On Time. Time Ripened All. If You Had Time, You Succeeded In Working The Human Mud Internally And Turning It Into Spirit. Then You Did Not Fear Death. If You Did Not Have Time, You Perished.

You Have Your Brush, You Have Your Colors, You Paint The Paradise, Then In You Go.

Be Always Restless, Unsatisfied, Unconforming. Whenever A Habit Becomes Convenient, Smash It! The Greatest Sin Of All Is Satisfaction.

If Only We Know, Boss, What The Stones And Rain And Flowers Say. Maybe They Call-call Us-and We Don't Hear Them. When Will People's Ears Open, Boss? When Shall We Have Our Eyes Open To See? When Shall We Open Our Arms To Embrace Everything-stones, Rain, Flowers, And People? What Do You Think About That, Boss? And What Do Your Books Have To Say About That?