Speak Little, Learn The Words Of Eternity.

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

Soul Receives From Soul That Knowledge, Therefore Not By Book Nor From Tongue. If Knowledge Of Mysteries Come After Emptiness Of Mind, That Is Illumination Of Heart.

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

It May Be That The Satisfaction I Need Depends On My Going Away, So That When I've Gone And Come Back, I'll Find It At Home.

In Fact, I Am Aware Of The Fake Entities In My Life. I Know That I Can Clear Them If I Wanted To In A Moment. But All This Hollowness Needs My Sincerity.