If There Are Questions Then, Of Course,

It Is Not Futile To Do What We Do. We Wake Up With Energy And We Do Something. And We Make, Of Course, Failures And We Make Mistakes, But We Sometimes Get Glimpses Of What We Might Do Next.

We Carry Our Homes Within Us Which Enables Us To Fly.

There Is Poetry As Soon As We Realize That We Possess Nothing.

In The Dark, All Cats Are Black.

To See, One Must Go Beyond The Imiagination And For That One Must Stand Absolutely Still As Though At The Center Of A Leap.