Every selfless being is motivated to live every day. So is the niggard!

Every being is the universe shed from itself, like a continuous sunrise.

When you cause night, it is understood that you are ready to live in the dark. Do not expect that you be allowed light.

Life is a still repetitive miracle, not a poker table, not a business, it is sometimes sad poem, a game of scales of Nature, still favoring being.

Winter awakens childhood inside every being, dressing it in its purity as if for a soul rooting ritual.

If you keep the mind awake, alive, the rest of your being follows it gladly.