To ride the wind with a kite, to drive a cart by the current, to part the mists and find Truth, to fill the se…
To ride the wind with a kite, to drive a cart by the current, to part the mists and find Truth, to fill the sea with stone, to shoot the sun with feathers, to seek the Infinite within a fleeting moment... it is beautiful. But beauty is not the same as truth. Beauty...can be ruin.