मुक्ता_आत्ता (mukta at the moment)

Things change. We have no control. 

Life and death are one. Fear sets them apart.

When man chooses, sooner or later he must kill. Love gets killed first, always.

Man judges, man compares. Man seeks a why, a why for a why and a why for the why of a why. 

He is thinks to live is to suffer, he knows nothing of joy!

The first step is to laugh. To laugh clear as day, cool as night.

The second: to breathe.

The third: to bask.

The forth: to pass.