Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts.

Breath is like an insect: its flight goes every which way, a butterfly-fragrance. Can you ever tell whose breath it is that catches you in a crowd?

Breath is circular, like the horizon on the open sea, a circle-fragrance. No one direction. It simply surrounds.

Breath is Spirit. The act of breathing is Living.

The Future is born and the past is in the casket.

The Future is the dimension of contingency.

The Future is a convenient place for dreams.

The Future is, in a way, the source of the past in that my past gets its meaning for me only from my projection of a future.

Glass is just caramelized sand.

A Glass is only half empty if you're drinking it. A glass is half full if you're in the process of filling it. It's all dependent on the action really.

Glass is silent until broken.