I Am The Glorious Sun, The Ocean

Maybe You Are Searching Among The Branches, For What Only Appears In The Roots.

You Fill Yourself With The Sharp Pain Of Love, Rather Than Its Fulfillment.

The Friend Who Knows A Lot More Than You Do Will Bring Difficulties, And Grief, And Sickness, As Medicine, As Happiness, As The Essence Of The Moment When You're Beaten When You Hear Checkmate, And Can Finally Say, I Trust You To Kill Me.

Try Something Different. Surrender.

You Think Because You Understand 'one' You Must Also Understand 'two', Because One And One Make Two. But You Must Also Understand 'and'.