The Despairing Soul Is A Rebel.

We Inhabit Ourselves Without Valuing Ourselves, Unable To See That Here, Now, This Very Moment Is Sacred; But Once It’s Gone – Its Value Is Incontestable.

Better To Be Despised, Then, Than To Be Ignored; Or Damned With Condescending Praise.

Sometimes I Stumble Upon A Wonderfully Irresistible To Me Voice, Unexpectedly.

The Great Happiness In Life In Creativity Belongs To Amateurs.

To The West, The Pacific Ocean, Which Revulses Me, For Its Vastness Cannot Be Fitted Into Any Box.