This Dance Is The Joy Of Existence.

Pain Is A Treasure, For It Contains Mercies.

Don't Seek The Water; Get Thirst.

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

In This Earth, In This Immaculate Field, We Shall Not Plant Any Seeds Except For Compassion, Except For Love.

Out Beyond Ideas Of Wrongdoing And Rightdoing There Is A Field. I'll Meet You There. When The Soul Lies Down In That Grass The World Is Too Full To Talk About.