Breathing soft depth, wisdom silently comforts the golden sparkle of logic as it screams and cries and storms through its densely wooded home.
The end of the world as we know it is merely the beginning of a world unknown.
Often one must get very silent to be able to realize that silence is already the case.
Conditional gratitude is not gratitude.
If I was not the way I am, then I would simply be another way.