The great words never die...
and so does the soul of its author.

Spirit doesn't retire.

The great writer evokes the words
that buried within hearts of readers.

When we were on trees, others had lived in skies.
When we reach skies, descendant of primitives will someday convey this message.

Sometimes ...
it took seconds to control your anger,
only to avoid the state of eternal feud.

Eternal peace is hell for the adventurers.