Om Is The Bow, The Arrow Is

You Must Find Your Dream, Then The Way Becomes Easy.

In My Brain Were Stored A Thousand Pictures.

I Have Begun To Listen To The Teachings My Blood Whispers To Me.

I Cannot Tell My Story Without Reaching A Long Way Back.

You Have No Doubt Guessed Long Since That The Conquest Of Time And The Escape From Reality, Or However Else It May Be That You Choose To Describe Your Longing, Means Simply The Wish To Be Relieved Of Your So-called Personality. That Is The Prison Where You Lie.