Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.

To the knights of faith nobody believes.

What we call life is only talk of nature.

We need knew knights, but without swords.

I recreate myself; that is my only power.

In the end, the world returns to a grain.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?

All those big words produce disgust today.

Universe is the Sun watching its own self.

They are both spectacular, Life and death.

From everything, nothing looks to nothing.

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.

When all is lost, there is still a memory.

They grew; they did not talk about growing.

The game itself is bigger than the winning.