Our Pain Carves Out A Larger Space

I Have Pondered Long, And I Know Now That Only The Pure Of Heart Forgive The Thirst That Leads To Dead Waters. And Only The Sure Of Foot Can Give A Hand To Him Who Stumbles.

For Life And Death Are One, Even As The River And The Sea Are One.

No Human Relation Gives One Possession In Another—every Two Souls Are Absolutely Different. In Friendship Or In Love, The Two Side By Side Raise Hands Together To Find What One Cannot Reach Alone.

Why Dispute What We Shall Be, When We Know Not Even What We Are.

The Highest Virtue Here May Be Least In Another World.