I'm Sick Of Everything, And Of The

To Be Great, Be Whole; Exclude Nothing, Exaggerate Nothing That Is Not You. Be Whole In Everything. Put All You Are Into The Smallest Thing You Do. So, In Each Lake, The Moon Shines With Splendor Because It Blooms Up Above.

I Am Tired Of Myself In Every Way. All Things, Deep Down To The Secret Of Their Roots, Are Stained By The Color Of My Weariness.

Contradiction Is The Essence Of The Universe.

I’m Losing My Taste For Everything, Including Even My Taste For Finding Everything Tasteless.

Life Hurls Us Like A Stone, And We Sail Through The Air Saying, "look At Me Move.