Isn't Joyful Or Painful This Pain In

All Beginnings Are Involuntary.

I Always Live In The Present. The Future I Can't Know. The Past I No Longer Have.

As We Wash Our Body So We Should Wash Destiny, Change Life As We Change Clothes.

My Soul Is A Hidden Orchestra; I Know Not What Instruments, What Fiddlestrings And Harps, Drums And Tamboura I Sound And Clash Inside Myself. All I Hear Is The Symphony.

I’ve Dreamed A Lot. I’m Tired Now From Dreaming But Not Tired Of Dreaming. No One Tires Of Dreaming, Because To Dream Is To Forget, And Forgetting Does Not Weigh On Us, It Is A Dreamless Sleep Throughout Which We Remain Awake. In Dreams I Have Achieved Everything.