Always First Draw Fresh Breath

The History Of Mankind Is The Instant Between Two Strides Taken By A Traveler.

There Is A Destination But No Way There; What We Refer To As Way Is Hesitation.

Anyone Who Renounces The World Must Love All Men, For He Renounces Their World Too. He Thus Begins To Have Some Inkling Of The True Nature Of Man, Which Cannot But Be Loved, Always Assuming That One Is Its Peer.

You See, I Have Only Such A Fugitive Awareness Of Things Around Me That I Always Feel They Were Once Real And Are Now Fleeting Away.

Paths Are Made By Walking