There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into

You Lack A Foot To Travel? Then Journey Into Yourself - That Leads To Transformation Of Dust Into Pure Gold.

The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.

Shine Like The Whole Universe Is Yours.

Botha Swimmer And A Drowned Man Are In The Water; The Latter Is Borne By The Water And Controlled By It, While The Swimmer Is Borne Along By His Own Power And Of His Own Volition. Every Movement Made By The Drowned Man - Indeed, Every Act And Word That Issue From Him - Comes From The Water, Not From Him... The Saints Are Like This. They Have Died Before Death.

We Can't Find The Truth Listening To Our Own Voice's Echo. We Can Find Ourselves Only In Someone's Mirror