“Life has meaning only when you give it meaning otherwise it is pure chaos.”

I was running adrift then you came an anchor to my soul to my ship.

Time is just one moment of timelessness.

A starless sky in your eyes, I’ve already died a thousand stars over again.

I can’t get enough of you baby, give me one more breath.

The moment you left, you took the beating right out of my heart with your last beat.

Everything in due time for its own reason. – How things happen.

Its taken me my life time to relearn what I knew as a child, to love myself.

At some point you’re gonna have to take a chance on something.

Love is not always worth sacrificing yourself for.

And the stars and the sky and the moon agree, that I should be with you and you should be with me.

For the rest of my life you’ll visit my dreams, the only place we exist.

Its simple. Its love.

You were built to love.

Walk slowly with purpose.

You ask me for nothing. So, I give you everything.

The love you sought was already in the heart you were giving away.

Painting is the passage from the chaos of the emotions to the order of the possible.

The aim of yoga is to calm the chaos of conflicting impulses.

Chaos is what we’ve lost touch with. This is why it is given a bad name. It is feared by the dominant archetype of our world, which is Ego, which clenches because its existence is defined in terms of control.

Fighting is pure chaos, and to be a good fighter you simply have to be prepared mentally and physically to handle that chaos.

Catastrophe and creation are twins.

We choose to believe in Ma’at. We create order out of chaos, beauty out of ugly randomness. That’s what Egypt is all about.

Chaos should be regarded as extremely good news!

When I was not the cause of some chaos, a chaos of such proportions that it would provoke a general corruption or a distubance so formal that even after my death its effects would still be felt.