Playing in the sandbox on the beach, missing the big picture.

Planets and stars, forming rivers and ridges on my palm.

Sometimes, we jump into the deep well again and again... only to regain the ability to imagine greatness before the fall.

Everyday, gain and loss
This exchange.

It's always very becoming to love.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
- Walt Whitman

Most do not think about what is that after they have been told what it is.

不争不抢不代表不懂失落

The system gave me a gavel and split me into 12. It made me crazy, I thought I was thor. I forgot the rest.

The reversal of mitosis

"When I'm alone, my soul speaks to me..."
"What is it saying?"
"Whimpering like a weakling."
"Sometimes, it sings."
"The former is your ego."
"The latter is your soul."

Seeing the immeasurable dense layer of swirling apas in a room full of solids. He must be mad.

You can focus on the lies, light a fire, prosecute the speaker and you'll be a busy judge all year long...pulling and hearing its many reasons, nice intentions or cruel agendas. Or focus on the truth, and how rare it appears, when it appears, how fleeting and how sweet or bitter. Soon, you too will grow weary of both. When that happens, take this subtle knife, and cut your way out of the belly of the whale. 

subtractus

To experience the elegance of total surrender; no rewards.