Plunging in “truths” about God is like walking on the bottom of a sea that is not there, searching for the gateway to a sky very much there.

God, if he exists, he has nothing in common with any kind of church.

Be there next time when the happiness will visit you.

Arms clasped around them, the knees support my forehead and I don't know why so warm the eyes of the sky seem and so deep... they tell me to sleep... I am not yet born, a bird waiting for its flight...

Cloudy water does not clear by stirring it. A cloudy sky does.

When the world is ran by greed, even the sky lessens...