A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
There can be no forced inspiration.
