The Here-and-now Mountain Is A Tiny Piece

I Want A Trouble-maker For A Lover, Blood Spiller, Blood Drinker, A Heart Of Flame, Who Quarrels With The Sky And Fights With Fate, Who Burns Like Fire On The Rushing Sea.

We Must Die To Become True Human Beings.

The Ground Submits To The Sky And Suffers Whatever Comes. Tell Me, Is The Earth Worse For Giving In Like That?

Know Mankind Well, Don't Degrade Every Man As Evil, And Don't Exalt Every Man Thinking He Is Good. He Who Cannot Discover Himself; Cannot Discover The World.

I Don’t Know Why; When I Look At You, I See Myself