We traveled long and forgot why poetry was invented.
He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.
Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.
He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.
Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute.
I can see myself before myself—A being through dark scenery.
Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.