Like The Birds Of The Sea, Men

Rise Up Nimbly And Go On Your Strange Journey To The Ocean Of Meanings.... Leave And Don't Look Away From The Sun As You Go, In Whose Light You're Sometimes Crescent, Sometimes Full.

The World Is A Playground, And Death Is The Night.

In Truth, Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved.

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

When You Are Everywhere, You Are Nowhere. When You Are Somewhere, You Are Everywhere.