Living Is Being Born Slowly. It Would

In Giving You Are Throwing A Bridge Across The Chasm Of Your Solitude.

If A Sheep Eats Bushes Does It Eat Flowers Too? A Sheep Eats Whatever It Finds Even A Flower With Thorn? Even A Flower With Thorns. Then What's The Good Of Thorns?

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort. It Continues, Whereas The End To Be Attained Is But An Illusion Of The Climber, As He Fares On And On From Crest To Crest; And Once The Goal Is Reached It Has No Meaning.

He Who Never Says "no" Is No True Man.

It Is Always In The Midst, In The Epicenter, Of Your Troubles That You Find Serenity.