When I Die, I Will Not See

You Can Owe Nothing, If You Give Back Its Light To The Sun.

No One Understands That You Have Given Everything. You Must Give More.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

The Confession Of One Man Humbles All.

I Have Been My Own Disciple And My Own Master. And I Have Been A Good Disciple But A Bad Master.