What have you done with your life?
What is the meaning of ...
Money?
Beauty?
Mind?
Soul?
Suppose they get together
What would happen then?
LOST PIECE
Beginnings
They are everything
They are what decides a fate you won't fulfill.
Until you get to the end …
Or beyond.
If perfection does exist in something!
Who decides whether it is perfect or not?
Isn't it enough, to see it this way?
Maybe I'll do just that.
You seem to enjoy drawing on those pieces!
Can you guess what they gonna form in the end?
My guess could be wrong!
And I hate disappointment, So ...
I'll let you surprise me!
It's like my dreams!
If i know what they meant they won't be quite interesting
But .. you can still feel what they mean
Right?
Yes, but ...
Feelings, they are not us!
They run through us
Part of something greater!
like rivers that flows to an ocean
And your dreams?
Maybe ... They are part of something greater too
a world we've yet to know
Promise you'll me me there?
In the end!
It seems that the questions
are more interesting than the answers!
Figuring out such an end is near impossible ...
Without getting to the end of the book
Look at the end of the sea
It ends where the sky begins!
That's why you can't rely on your eyes to believe what you see.
Could I rely on them to measure your beauty?
That's if you weren't blind!
Illusions often leads to creating the truth
Which means that the truth is an illusion ?
People looking for truth so it can help them in their lives
When they don't find it, they create it in order to solve their problems
I hope it doesn't come to that!
It won't
We're on a journey
A journey!
Where?
A long journey ...
to a place far away!
And how are we will get to that place?
It's a secret
But I know a shortcut
Why do I feel like I know this road?
Knowing what happens at the end of the road
Makes you want to do what you want even more
Could I ask you something?
Sure!
Could this moment just remain forever?
Yes, it could
I'm close to putting the final touches
What you waiting for! after all that?
A lost piece
of the final painting
The painting of ...
Immortality
Just a few more steps
between you and the end of the road
And perhaps it's the beginning
When is that journey going to be?
Actually, we're already in the middle of the way
We all know this road
What we don't know is where it leads
Suppose we knew?
Maybe we wouldn't follow it
How could the idea of perfection exist?
When ...
Nothing is perfect!
It's the tranquility that creates the beauty
The soul ascends
Then vanishes into the sky
Over there, in that far world
lies everlasting
Immortality