“Infinity imagines curiosity from the wild abyss – Only the child makes a swing-set view of the worlds upside down.”

I have been blessed by God. And if I’m blessed, there is one reason and one reason only, and that is to help others.

When we feel sad, all we need to do is to count our blessings, no matter how few we notice.

Spirituality is a journey that we never finish.

Everyone has a watched life. Everyone is both the observer and the observed.

To have a future we have to live and leave the present.

With so many scientific achievements we know so little of where we came from and where we are going. But we know even less of the most important discovery of all.

Indifference is a quarantined difference.

I really like working by myself without any distractions, learning from my own mistakes.

I detest only the violence and trauma that any self-centered conduct can cause to others.

So we can feel grateful for what we have been given. Sadness soon disappears and, in return, we get inspired to bless others.

Let our curiosity, adventure and wonder of life never end.

I don’t belong to any denomination or religion, I just belong to God.

Humility, peace, child-like enthusiasm, acceptance, and sincerity is the true infinity engine!

Just as you commit to this life when it commits to leaving you.

The tree of life for me is a symbol of abundance and eternal life.

We hear inconceivable, but cannot see the intangible.

Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.

The dance is always danced above the hollow place, above the terrible abyss.

It is neither easy nor agreeable to dredge this abyss of viciousness, and yet I think it must be done, because what could be perpetrated yesterday could be attempted again tomorrow, could overwhelm us and our children.

Irrespective of any external, regulatory force, our capacity for feeling is in itself an insatiable and bottomless abyss.

Awareness naturally returns to its non-state of absolute unmanifest potential, the silent abyss beyond all knowing.

Yet the abyss is not not infinite; its bottom may suddenly be discovered within the confines of a human heart or under the debris of might doubts.

The anchor of meaning resides in an abyss, deeper than the reach of despair.

Let art be your personal savior. Dragging you down a happy abyss. Let it channel all your emotions. Potential never going amiss.