I Am Very Fond Of Sunsets. Come,

I Have Always Loved The Desert. One Sits Down On A Desert Sand Dune, Sees Nothing, Hears Nothing. Yet Through The Silence Something Throbs, And Gleams.

I Know A Planet Where There Is A Certain Red-faced Gentleman. He Has Never Smelled A Flower. He Has Never Looked At A Star. He Has Never Loved Any One. He Has Never Done Anything In His Life But Add Up Figures. And All Day He Says Over And Over, Just Like You: 'i Am Busy With Matters Of Consequence!' And That Makes Him Swell Up With Pride. But He Is Not A Man - He Is A Mushroom!

No One Is Ever Satisfied Where He Is.

Friendship Is Born From An Identity Of Spiritual Goals - From Common Navigation Toward A Star.

We Live Not By Things, But By The Meaning Of Things. It Is Needful To Transmit The Passwords From Generation To Generation.