There Are No Mistakes. Only New Paths

But In A Way You Can Say That After Leaving The Sea, After All Those Millions Of Years Of Living Inside Of The Sea, We Took The Ocean With Us. When A Woman Makes A Baby, She Gives It Water, Inside Her Body, To Grow In. That Water Inside Her Body Is Almost Exactly The Same As The Water Of The Sea. It Is Salty, By Just The Same Amount. She Makes A Little Ocean, In Her Body. And Not Only This. Our Blood And Our Sweating, They Are Both Salty, Almost Exactly Like The Water From The Sea Is Salty. We Carry Oceans Inside Of Us, In Our Blood And Our Sweat. And We Are Crying The Oceans, In Our Tears.

Civilization, After All, Is Defined By What We Forbid, More Than What We Permit.

If Fate Doesn't Make You Laugh, You Just Don't Get The Joke.

Do You Know The Story Of The Scorpion And The Frog? You Know, The Frog Agrees To Carry The Scorpion Across The River, Because The Scorpion Promises Not To Sting Him. And Then The Scorpion Stings The Frog, Half Way Across The River. The Drowning Frog Asks Him Why He Did It, When They'll Both Drown, And The Scorpion Says That He's A Scorpion, And It's His Nature To Sting.

It's Forgiveness That Makes Us What We Are. Without Forgiveness, Our Species Would've Annihilated Itself In Endless Retributions. Without Forgiveness, There Would Be No History. Without That Hope, There Would Be No Art, For Every Work Of Art Is In Some Way An Act Of Forgiveness. Without That Dream, There Would Be No Love, For Every Act Of Love Is In Some Way A Promise To Forgive. We Live On Because We Can Love, And We Love Because We Can Forgive.