"و ازاى أقولك كنا زمان والماضى كان فى الغيب بكرة ؟"

"None knows what will be the destiny of thought , this thinking is much simpler than philosophy , yet much harder to accomplish . and it demands a new care brought to language . not by inventions new terms as i once thought … A coming thinker , who will perhaps be faced with the task of taking over this thinking that i,m only attempting to prepare , will have to accommodate to words which were written by “Heinrich Von Klelst” : I step back before one who is not yet there & bow .. a millienium before him , to his spirit .."

"Q: How much “ego” do you need?
A: Just enough so that you don’t step in front of a bus."

"If water derives lucidity from stillness ..
how much more the faculties of the mind !
The mind of the sage, being in repose
becomes the mirror of the universe ..
the speculum of all creation .."

"The secret story is the one we’ll never know, although we’re living it from day to day, thinking we’re alive, thinking we’ve got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn’t matter. But every single damn thing matters! Only we don’t realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don’t realize that’s a lie"

"

The birds have vanished into the sky
and now the last cloud drains away ..

We sit together, the mountain and me .
until only the mountain remains ..

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"Life in the world is but a big dream ..
I will not spoil it by any labour or care.
so saying, I was drunk all the day ..
lying helpless at the porch in front of my door
when I awoke, I blinked at the garden-lawn
I asked myself, had the day been wet or fine?
the Spring wind was telling the mango-bird
moved by its song I soon began to sigh ..
and, as wine was there, I filled my own cup ..
wildly singing I waited for the moon to rise;
when my song was over, all my senses had gone …"