The tables and chairs have gone, there is nothing left.

At the restaurant, there is nothing there. The tables and chairs have gone, there is nothing left. Everybody is panicking, a lot of people are crying. We will be affected by this for a long, long time.

I will continue to knock the door even unreturned. No doubt my finger will be injured, but it will help me to realize that there is no person behind the door or there will become a hole at the knocking point, which will enable me to see through it.

Its better to be a good mason, than to be a bad architect.

Where nothing works, there Team works.

What is the satisfaction? Simply the death of desires.