Let them laugh at their passions.
Because what they call passion actually is not part of their soul, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world.
And most important, let them believe in themselves. Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a giant, and strength is nothing.
When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it’s tender and pliant. But when it’s dry and hard, it dies.
Hardness and strength are death’s companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win.
Why do certain places seem like a perfect filming location for a science fiction movie?
I found a time machine. It showed me how our future looks like. Seems like the world of “Blade Runner”… or “Deus Ex”.
Everything started here. We discovered ambrosia.