The River Is Everywhere.

Every Path Leads Homeward, Every Step Is Birth, Every Step Is Death, Every Grave Is Mother.

Was That Really Love? I Saw All These Passionate People Reel About And Drift Haphazardly As If Driven By A Storm, The Man Filled With Desire Today, Satiated On The Morrow, Loving Fiercely And Discarding Brutally, Sure Of No Affection And Happy In No Love.

Every Healthy Person Must Have A Goal In Life And That Life Must Have Content.

Siddhartha Stopped Fighting His Fate This Very Hour, And He Stopped Suffering.

The Voices Of All Creatures Are In The Voices Of The River.