It Is The Savor Of Bread Broken

If A Sheep Eats Bushes Does It Eat Flowers Too? A Sheep Eats Whatever It Finds Even A Flower With Thorn? Even A Flower With Thorns. Then What's The Good Of Thorns?

The Seed Haunted By The Sun Never Fails To Find Its Way Between The Stones In The Ground. And The Pure Logician, If No Sun Draws Him Forth, Remains Entangled In His Logic.

It Is Always In The Midst, In The Epicenter, Of Your Troubles That You Find Serenity.

A Goal Without A Pan Is Just A Wish.

You're Beautiful, But You're Empty.... No One Could Die For You.