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Who are you who live in all these many forms? You're death that captures all. You too are the source of
             all that's glaze be born. You're glory, mercy, peace, truth. You give calm a spirit, understanding,
                                         courage, the contented heart.

Why should I be afraid to die? I belong to you. If I go first, I'll wait for you there. On the other side of
                                              the dark waters.
                                              Be with me now.

Maybe all men got one big soul where everybody's a part of. All faces are the same man, one big self.
Everyone looking for salvation by himself. Each like a coal drawn from the fire.

We. We together. One being. Flow together like water. Till I can't tell you from me. I drink you. Now.
Now.

This great evil--where'd it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow
           from? Who's doing this? Who's killing us, robbing us of life and light, mocking us with the sight of what
            we might of known? Does our ruin benefit the earth, aid the grass to grow and the sun to shine? Is this
                             darkness in you too? Have you passed through this night?

Are you righteous, kind? Does your confidence lie in this? Are you loved by all? Know that I was, too.
                    Do you imagine your sufferings will be less because you loved goodness, truth?

Love--where does it come from? Who lit this flame in us? No war can put it out, conquer it. I was a
                                          prisoner. You set me free.

One man looks at a dying bird and thinks there's nothing but unanswered pain. That death's got the
             final word, it's laughing at him. Another man sees that same bird, feels the glory, feels something
                                             smiling through it.

Who were you that I lived with, walked with? The brother, the friend? Strife and love, darkness and
           light--are they the workings of one mind, features of the same face? Oh my soul. Let me be in you now.
                    Look out through my eyes. Look out at the things you made. All things shining.

What's this war in the heart of nature? Why does nature vie with itself? The land contend with the sea?
                           Is there an avenging power in nature? Not one power but two?
            I remember my mother when she was dying, she was all shrunk up and grey. I asked her if she was
             afraid, she shook her head no. I was afraid to touch the death I seen in her. I couldn't find nothing
beautiful or uplifting about her going back to God.
            I wondered what it'd be like when I died, to know that this was the last breath you was ever going to
             draw. I just hoped I could meet it with the same calm she did. Cause that's where it's hidden. The
                                           immortality I hadn't seen.

     They want you dead or in their lie. Only one thing a man can do. Find something that's his.
Make an island for himself.
         If I never meet you in this life, let me feel the lack.
    A glance from your eyes and my  life will be yours.

Children of yesterday, heirs of tomorrow,
What are you weaving? labor and sorrow?
Look to your loom again, faster and faster
Fly the great shuttles prepared by the Master.
There’s life in the loom! Room for it, room!

How do you keep the one you love?
You don't. Love is an unselfish giving emotion. It’s not a selfish act.
If you truly love them , then you have no desire to keep them. Because to keep someone is a selfish act.

the older you get, the harder it is to run away from everything .. "they torture and scare you for 20 odd years, and then they expect you to pick a  career"..

it makes you think how difficult it is to escape now.. but escape you must, for life whisks you away on a factory conveyor belt, carrying you
 through education and training, until you're 30, with a stable job and 1.6 kids and a house in the suburbs.

and people try to hide from it, by going out every friday and getting drunk or stoned, but it's all the same, and sooner or later  ..    ..       you'll end up the same.

because you can't just hide yourself away, you need to actually fall off the conveyor belt, even though you know how much that's going to hurt. The feeling of not knowing what to do may be unbearable.

 so  people take exams they don't want to do, in order to get jobs that they don't want to get, all because they want
"a quiet life,
a handshake ...
no alarms
no surprises"..,
      they want to be part of this vacant society that we live in, the society that 95 per cent of people live in
without questioning,
without thinking they can escape from..
the message is escape now, whilst you are young, whilst you are unattached.. there are people like you, who have seen through         the emptiness of  the everyday.. alone

together, anything is possible..

a distant figure, but running closer and closer as she watched. happiness dissolved her
troubles. she  finally saw...

How could we lose soo much of our dream? Where did it all go to.
Did we pass it on to others. Filtering out of us like an hourglass.
Embrace what little you find .
It will leave. It always leaves.