Judging the existence by comparison is not always the best pathway to progress.

The one who has children has branches – cannot fit in a sole waiting, a single silence.

Freedom is when your conditions are met for a dignified existence. Truly free you are when you have left all frustrations behind.

Flitting are all the states of the existential. A look in a drop of dew ...

Under the cover of money take place the most inhuman mathematical operations; under the cover of human unwariness, the oppression of human existence.

How long can one's dignity stay firm when its sheer existence is constantly whipped by injustice, by helplessness? How many people could there be asking this question and why?