Society's dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place - the place of our separation, our distinction - that much of his poetry occupies.

I walk slowly into myself, through a forest of empty suits of armor.

Sometimes my life opened its eyes in the dark. A feeling as if crowds drew through the streets in blindness and anxiety on the way towards a miracle, while I invisibly remain standing.

A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands.

The only thing I learned is that failure sucks, and you never want to do it. There's not a lot to be said for that particular lesson.

Getting in touch with your life purpose is important.

What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.

Life it is not just a series of calculations and a sum total of statistics, it's about experience, it's about participation, it is something more complex and more interesting than what is obvious.