We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of

Creative Minds Have Always Been Known To Survive Any Kind Of Bad Training.

We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of Life, Like A Sailor On His Tiny Boat, On An Infinite Ocean.

Sometimes The Most Beautiful Thing Is Precisely The One That Comes Unexpectedly And Unearned, Hence Something Given Truly As A Present.

Everything Becomes So Problematic Because Of Basic Faults: From A Discontent With Myself.

We Are Aware Only Of The Empty Space In The Forest, Which Only Yesterday Was Filled With Trees.