The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
