The essence of life is the bitter/sweet nectar of emptiness.

Our struggle to fill the emptiness is the root of our suffering and discontent. The meaning of life are the words themselves. And yet the meaning of a thing is not its name. Living motivation stems from the flowering of curiosity, rooted in direct observation. Ambivalence is the terminal by-product of self-delusion. The purpose of living is to express the ever more subtle metaphor of existence. Conversely life has no purpose without the creative act. Fear is a shadow cast by an imaginary being. To Love you must surrender to yourself and die a little bit everyday.