Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.
When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.
Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.
He knows he will be born again, And start fresh anew.
My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.
Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.
The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.
It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.
He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.
Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.
Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.
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.