“What else can we dobut garden our shadowswhile far awaythe universe burns and vanishes.”
“Burn, burn burn -- burn your wicked garden down ... Burn, burn burn -- burn your wicked garden to the ground ”
“If we had to vanish tomorrow, what would we want as our legacy?”
“Oftentimes, a truth is so big, so far beyond our understanding, that the only way we can grasp it is through a story. The creation of the whole universe is like that. How can our puny brains contain it?”
“Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.”
“Each one of us is the center of our own universe. That's the only way it can be. From our point of view, we are stationary and everything else is swirling around us, dropping into our lives just for our reaction.”