literature

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?

From everything, nothing looks to nothing.

Those who hate rain hate life.

Based on the law of probability Everything is possible because The sheer existence of possibility Confirms the existence Of impossibility.

With your goal you make the one.

The eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.

Neither alive nor dead; No one lets up, No one wins.

Although personal calling I sense,Who am I? even if I am, I don't know.

To go against the grain is the secret of bravery.

No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no rewards, no punishment, No guilt, no judges, no hierarchies; Only silent equality.

Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

Unjustified ambition kills value,Kills someone else's desire to fly, Cuts their wings, sucks their air.If there is nothing else, it eats its own life.

To say more while saying less is the secret of being simple.

I drove all night, northeast, and once again I felt it was literature I had been confronting these past days, the archetypes of the dismal mystery, sons and daughters of the archetypes, images that could not be certain which of two confusions held less terror, their own or what their own might become if it ever faced the truth. I drove at insane speeds.

The castle? The monster? The man of learning? I only just thought of it. Surely you know that just as the momentous events of the past cast their shadows down the ages, so now, when the sun is drawing toward the dark,our own shadows race into the past to trouble mankind's dreams.

I fly through memory to find a newborn love.