If Even Dying Is To

Doffing The Ego's Safe Glory, He Finds His Naked Reality.

Peacekeeping Is Not A Job For Soldiers, But Only Soldiers Can Do It.

Is Life So Wretched? Isn't It Rather Your Hands Which Are Too Small, Your Vision Which Is Muddled? You Are The One Who Must Grow Up.

It Is Easy To Be Nice, Even To An Enemy - From Lack Of Character.

The Light Died In The Low Clouds. Falling Snow Drank In The Dusk. Shrouded In Silence, The Branches Wrapped Me In Their Peace. When The Boundaries Were Erased, Once Again The Wonder: That *i* Exist.