The dawn of beauty always comes after night.

Nothing is freer in this world beside fear.

I don’t hope that grass becomes a towering tree in the world of humans.

Everything we know about the world is memory saved once by God who would have probably wanted to forget by bestowing death to us.

With what can we feed the soul in the world of emptiness other than with prayer?

Where does the world’s zephyr strike from the view which let you to live the eternal moment of love other than in the Divine Light of sight?