Sorin Cerin

Have you ever been further away than yourself? Where?

What clouds may wet the gaze without hope of emptiness within us?

Nobody has ever been beyond his own Illusion of Life.

Your soul fountain will never drain until the instant of eternity will halt before it to drink the water of death.

To believe in what you don__ know is as true as to believe in what you do know as long as life is an illusion.

We are born more dead than when we die after we have searched death through the storm of the instants of our entire life.

I have reached this world__ dreams harbor as devoid of truth as any other soul that dreams it lives through knowledge.

Not the measure of words is necessary, but their meaning.

Nobody can open the gates of death without closing them again after him.

However deaf the ring of our love bells should strike they will eventually disperse this world__ emptiness clouds.

Of how much light will my destiny__ eyes have to become aware until it will come true in death?

We are a dream of a thought which lives trough the Word.

The leaves of hopes which have destined words in the body of the thought have settled to the ground. This is the world.

Who can hide himself from death or who can embrace the wind?

We cannot conceive death as anything else than the afterlife because we cannot comprehend death unless we live.

All the roads of life end in death.

Just the inexplicable wants to be understood within the nonsense of emptiness that belongs to this world of illusion.

However much we would adore the past it will forever die in the future with us.