Productivity Is Being Able To Do Things

Slept, Awoke, Slept, Awoke, Miserable Life.

Every Thing That You Love, You Will Eventually Lose, But In The End, Love Will Return In A Different Form.

The True Way Goes Over A Rope Which Is Not Stretched At Any Great Height But Just Above The Ground. It Seems More Designed To Make People Stumble Than To Be Walked Upon.

Everyone Carries A Room About Inside Him. This Fact Can Even Be Proved By Means Of The Sense Of Hearing. If Someone Walks Fast And One Pricks Up One’s Ears And Listens, Say In The Night, When Everything Round About Is Quiet, One Hears, For Instance, The Rattling Of A Mirror Not Quite Firmly Fastened To The Wall.

Evil Is Whatever Distracts.