“The motion, like time, continues without pause and one twitch arises an itch that begs for yet another scratch.”

“In every moment there will be a choice to go with the flow of what you have become or pause the impulse as soon as possible in order to begin stealing time from that part of you which is merely clothing.”

“Our memory of the past is stored away like piled records in an abandoned library, archived away with no attendant to care for the materials.”

“This is the wool that is wrapped over our eyes, deceiving us to taint our sight with shades and hues, rather than through white clear light.”

“It is a fact of folly to believe that one can intelligently navigate through this world with full sensibilities without journeying inward at the same time.”

“The dramas will continue and repeat as patterns which will always exist within the human sphere of activity.”

“One must focus on a task which is at reach, at hand, available immediately and practically; not lying upon a bed of lilies or floating up-top on fluffy clouds.”

“In response to this a holy man will roar out a fit of laughter which compulses his entire body into an explosion which throws him off his seat and headfirst to the ground.”

“Men find themselves engrossed in thoughts and feelings by staring at the paint and lose sight of the brush, the strokes and the themes behind it all.”

“It is by taking yourself out of the equation that idle, pointless, concepts of happiness can dissolve into the nothingness that they inherently are in the first place.”