The best lies are the ones we tell ourselves.
最好的谎言是我们对自己说的那些。
Music is reflection of self. We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail.
时间并不存在。对于河水来说，只有当下。没有过去，没有未来。
In the stillness of being, the answers come.
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
