The Older I Become, The More I

The World Is A Den Of Thieves, And Night Is Falling. Evil Breaks Its Chains And Runs Through The World Like A Mad Dog. The Poison Affects Us All. No One Escapes. Therefore Let Us Be Happy While We Are Happy. Let Us Be Kind, Generous, Affectionate And Good. It Is Necessary And Not At All Shameful To Take Pleasure In The Little World.

This Damned Ranting About Doom. Is That Food For The Minds Of Modern People? Do They Really Expect Us To Take Them Seriously?

Old Age Is Like Climbing A Mountain. You Climb From Ledge To Ledge. The Higher You Get, The More Tired And Breathless You Become, But Your Views Become More Extensive.

Perhaps We Are The Same Person. Perhaps We Have No Limits; Perhaps We Flow Into Each Other, Stream Through Each Other, Boundlessly And Magnificently. You Bear Terrible Thoughts; It Is Almost Painful To Be Near You. At The Same Time It Is Enticing. Do You Know Why?

When You Die, You Are Extinguished. From Being You Will Be Transformed To Non-being. A God Does Not Necessarily Dwell Among Our Capricious Atoms.