The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.

Man goes nowhere. Everything comes to man, like tomorrow.

Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything.

My bits of time play with eternity.

Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing

It's been a long time since I asked anything of heaven, and my arms still haven't come down.