I Wasn’t Meant For Reality, But Life

There Are Those That Even God Exploits, And They Are Prophets And Saints In The Vacuousness Of The World.

Lord, May The Pain Be Ours, And The Weakness That It Brings, But At Least Give Us The Strength, Of Not Showing It To Anyone!

Life Is Whatever We Conceive It To Be.

The Perfect Man Of Pagans Was The Perfection Of The Man There Is; The Perfect Man Of Christians, The Perfection Of The Man There Isn't; The Buddhists' Perfect Man, The Perfection Of Not Existing A Man.

There’s Enough Metaphysics In Not Thinking About Anything.