The tribal devours the moral, until the moral chokes the tribal.

Accomplishment requires the right environment, without it no effort will suffice.

Somewhere between illusion and eternity.

There is a rhythm in relaxation which requires a precision of heart.

Thugs do not excel in combat, this is why they are masters of intimidation.

Of all things extreme take only what is yours to honour.

Take the mirror, and look your enemy in the eye.

The sweeter the frame, the darker the game.

Follow the lack of commotion to the place of minimum noise. Settle in it, with comfort and efficacy. Find sound within.

People who seem incapable of inspiring joy in others often choose to inflict pain. Misery has a longevity delight lacks.

The necessary stops that make it possible for us to go on.

It does not matter how far we journey if in our minds we are standing still.

Putting all my baskets into one egg.

Rejecting the necessary makes way for the mercenary.

Accept the strangeness, than work from within.

How hard it is to even imagine.

Hope is a never-ending journey towards home.

When you wield the sword, watch where you cut, you will not be able to do it twice.

Coming out of a long dark tunnel, and finally seeing the light, allows us to see what was obscured by the tunnel. Sometimes, this might be what we did not want to see. Maybe, the reason why we entered the tunnel, in the first place.

Building one’s home on a volcano requires an understanding of life.

This distant echo of a fast approaching past.

Delicious dreams are best consumed when wide-awake.✨

Shrapnel in our flesh, our brains blasted by fragments of lives, simulated for crumbs of approval.

There is no force quite as spellbinding than the unpredictable torrent of collective momentum.

Knowing the right time and place to strike is half of successful warfare. The other half is endurance.

Falling in love with doing things quietly.

In the end, the ones that love you are loyal to you. The rest love someone else, more.

There is no greater passion than the love of cosmic mystery.

If all that exists has its measure, what is the exact weight of a dream?