When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.

An empty belly hears nobody

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

Our life is full of empty space.

Swollen in head, weak in legs, sharp in tongue but empty in belly.

It's as if I've arrived in a place where it's all spirit and no body - an overwhelming sense of calm...I actually began to feel blessed.