I know thus: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus the illusion is real to me> I live, i burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content

A thousand times we die in one life. We crumble, break and tear apart unti; the layer of illusion are burned away and all that is left, is the truth of who and what we really are.

FOEVER IS ONLY RIGHT NOW. SO LOVE LIKE YOU'VE NEVER BEEN BROKEN, TRY LIKE YOU'VE NEVER FAILED, AND BE NO ONE BUT WHO YOU ARE.