Traveler, There Is No Path, The Path

Has My Heart Gone To Sleep? Have The Beehives Of My Dreams Stopped Working, The Waterwheel Of The Mind Run Dry, Scoops Turning Empty, Only Shadow Inside? No, My Heart Is Not Asleep. It Is Awake, Wide Awake. Not Asleep, Not Dreaming— Its Eyes Are Opened Wide Watching Distant Signals, Listening On The Rim Of Vast Silence

Man Would Be "otherwise." That's The Essence Of The Specifically Human.

The Absence Of Vices Adds So Little To The Sum Of One's Virtues.

Caminante, No Hay Camino, Se Hace Camino Al Andar. (walk, There Is No Path, The Path Is Made By Walking.)

Beyond Living And Dreaming There Is Something More Important: Waking Up.