In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.

Every big blob was a small blob in the beginning.

Individually, we are one drop

Duality is always secretly unity

He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out

Swim in the water and jump when you hit ground

There are many forms of thirst

Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.

Nothing on this earth is standing still.

How does one become a butterfly?