The Appearance Of Things Changes According To

And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding.

Your Life Is An Island Separated From All Other Islands And Continents. Regardless Of How Many Boats You Send To Other Shores Or How Many Ships Arrive Upon Your Shores, You Yourself Are An Island Separated By Its Own Pains, Secluded In Its Happiness

Life Unfolds Itself In Mysteries Ways.

For To Be Idle Is To Become A Stranger Unto The Seasons, And To Step Out Of Life’s Procession That Marches In Majesty And Proud Submission Towards The Infinite.