How Can One Know Anything At All

Everything Becomes So Problematic Because Of Basic Faults: From A Discontent With Myself.

My Different Personalities Leave Me In Peace Now.

Sometimes The Most Beautiful Thing Is Precisely The One That Comes Unexpectedly And Unearned, Hence Something Given Truly As A Present.

We Are Aware Only Of The Empty Space In The Forest, Which Only Yesterday Was Filled With Trees.

Create Around One At Least A Small Circle Where Matters Are Arranged As One Wants Them To Be.