TAO TE CHING

there is only one way, yet that way leads to many ways.
if i come back tomorrow, will the present still be here?

there is no difference between winning and losing. 

there is only the game.

i am not don quijote fighting windmills.

i am a windmill fighting don quijote.

does the rain bring us water or does the water bring us rain?

i mourn every day for my sons because they are already dead.

is it possible that in a foreign land i will be returning home?

the sun is shining through my window.

where is the moon?

you once found me witty, but you have returned to your own thoughts.

i used to fly, but i grew tired of my wings and cast them on a pile of leaves.

time is an avalanche that gathers more and more speed 

until we find ourselves buried under a mountain of years.

i don't feel sorry for myself, but i feel sorry for everyone else.

i could go on and on.

that is a lie.

otherwise, i would go on and on...