How mysterious this life was, how deep and muddy its waters ran, yet how clear and noble what emerged from them.

All existence seemed to be based on duality, on contrast. Either one was a man or one was a woman, either a wanderer or sedentary burgher, either a thinking pe…

If I know what love is, it is because of you.

We fear death, we shudder at life's instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too…