What once seemed true has subsequently blended with the rest of the mountain of similarly empty illusions

Everything has to come to an end, is it worth holding out hope for a sequel?

You pursue an unattainable ideal of peace, which begins to pursue you, but only as an image

Disintegrating into the flow of time, being overpnatized by everyday life, you can be brought back to your true humanity by a fragment of something that once happened to you. It may be nothing special, but you're asking for that magic to last a lifetime

Farther and farther away from the starting point of everything

You don't have a point of view, you are the universe's point of view on itself

What yesterday was a bastion of reliability, today turns to dust, and tomorrow it will be scattered and the memory of it will be erased forever

Everything around us, if you look closely, is so insignificant and unimportant. But the whole picture we're looking at is the most fascinating story there can be, which is everything

The distorting power of human perception gives birth to ever new patterns that make up our society and everyone's individual world.

We accumulate our individual experiences that life itself gives us, we can share them or keep them inside us as a value or the heaviest of burdens

There many obstacles in our path have nothing real underneath them, only relying on our fears. But we ourselves are in a void where only illusion is real.