Function: Phantasmatic Author
Abstract Notion: Freedom/Nature
There is no purpose or destination, but what counts is only that we proceed alone in our daily journey of living because…
Everything passes by and everything remains, but our journey is to pass,
Passing and making paths, paths over the sea and over the earth.
But don’t pursue glory, just leave in your memory the story of the journey to life.
Must love delicate and weightless worlds, just as soap bubbles; enjoy seeing them getting painted just as the sun’s color, flying under the blue sky, and then shaking and bursting.
But walker, besides the earth, you can see your footsteps that are the path, but nothing more.
Remember walker: there is no road; you make your road out of walking.
Because when you walk you leave your own road, and then when if you look back will see the path you will never walk by again.
Long time ago, where the woods are, a man’s crying was heard, but walker don’t stop your journey to life because there is no road; you make your road out of walking.
When praying is no good enough, when trees cannot sing, remember walker don’t stop, there is no road; you make your road out of walking.
