My Truths Do Not Last Long In

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

You Are Fastened To Them And Cannot Understand How, Because They Are Not Fastened To You.

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.

Nothing Is Not Only Nothing. It Is Also Our Prison.