The mountain affords perspective.

He does not know where the words will lead. Nor can he direct their course.

A dream is not what it seems. A dream cannot be bottled and sold. You cannot stake out the boundaries of a dream. You cannot record its title in your name. No photos can be taken of the dream world. And yet it is real.

When you can unlock your dream life, your waking life will follow.

The sun has but half a meaning without the shadow it casts into the ocean of the world.

Their story is our story, as well. We are the begotten ones. Our flesh is made of clay. Rivers run through our veins. Our lineage stretches from the ocean floor to the mountain crest. This is the beginning of knowledge.

Only the heart knows the way.

The sky did not create the water and does not know its course.

Stop and listen. The story is everywhere.