Rocks Are Space, And Space Is Illusion.

Who Knows, My God, But That The Universe Is Not One Vast Sea Of Compassion Actually, The Veritable Holy Honey, Beneath All This Show Of Personality And Cruelty?

And Nobody Knows What’s Going To Happen To Anybody Besides The Forlorn Rags Of Growing Old

My Witness Is The Empty Sky.

Thinking Of The Stars Night After Night I Begin To Realize 'the Stars Are Words' And All The Innumerable Worlds In The Milky Way Are Words, And So Is This World Too. And I Realize That No Matter Where I Am, Whether In A Little Room Full Of Thought, Or In This Endless Universe Of Stars And Mountains, It’s All In My Mind.

Everything I Wrote Was True Because I Believed What I Saw.