Toward an eternal aspiration

for vague things.

I have tried, in my way,

to be free.

Recreating

human emotions.

The real hell of life

is everyone has his reasons.

You get to the point where you evolve in your life where everything isn't black and white,

good and bad, and you try to do the right thing. You might not like that. You might be very cynical about that. Well, f--- it, I don't care what you think. I'm trying to do the right thing.

Superior, detached, possibly frightening,

but deeply humane, and deeply good.

A mind that is stretched to a new idea

never returns to its original dimension.

It belongs to us and them,

Not to any of the others.

The purpose in life is not to find yourself.

It’s to lose yourself.