There Is A Space Between Man's Imagination

When You Have Solved All The Mysteries Of Life You Long For Death, For It Is But Another Mystery Of Life.

It Is Well To Give When Asked, But It Is Better To Give Unasked, Through Understanding; And To The Open-handed The Search For One Who Shall Receive Is Joy Greater Than Giving.

We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another Day; And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Sunset Left Us.

Who Can Depart From His Pain And Aloneness Without Regret? Too Many Fragments Of The Spirit Have I Scattered In These Streets, And Too Many Are The Children Of My Longing That Walk Naked Among These Hills, And I Cannot Withdraw From Them Without A Burden And An Ache. It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, Bit A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands... Yet I Cannot Tarry Longer.

Your Joy Is Your Sorrow Unmasked.