There Is No Space Or Time Only

Love Of Others Is The Appreciation Of One's Self.

Die In The Past. Live In The Future.

There Is No Space Or Time Only Intensity, And Tame Things Have No Immensity

The Flux Of Life Is Pouring Its Aesthetic Aspect Into Your Eyes, Your Ears - And You Ignore It Because You Are Looking For Your Canons Of Beauty In Some Sort Of Frame Or Glass Case Or Tradition.

Life Is Only Limited By Our Prejudices. Destroy Them, And You Cease To Be At The Mercy Of Yourself.