Time just goes on, and... it doesn't stop for anything.
There is always something to be grateful for. Pure love has no conditions or boundaries. Love does not restrain itself or hold back. Love gives all the time and doesn't ask for anything in return. Love is a continuous flow without any limits. And all of this is inside you.
... the spirit, I think, is a stream, a fountain, and must be continually poured out, for only if it is poured out will more and clearer streams come.
If you remain always far, love will die. If you remain always near, love will die. Love can survive only in a continuous flowing relationship.
I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.
I wanted to make a record that sounded like a continous piece
To the receptive soul the river of life pauseth not, nor is diminished.
I mostly write short stories. They are best written in a continuous creative process. You have a feel of immediacy.
