I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination. The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.
I think it as endless as a white-haired old man, an old woman going greener with the mowing and the grass. By which I mean everything absolute and blendered. Nothing escaping the swirl of experience. The Shadow of the Valley In the last decades interest in hunger artists has declined consider whereas in earlier days […]