Stillness speaks words more eloquent than I, if only you will give up the idea that I know more than you. What you see is as dead as stone.
A teacher acts out his destiny while the student misreads all the parts. The student is but a teacher wearing a mask of fearful lies – blind to the script.
Follow my sad look, as sadness is the mark of beauty too painful for words, even as beauty is just a word floating in an empty canyon at twilight.