When the sea reaches the sky, then we shall all become one.

Sleep not under a willow tree for she weeps many tears.

I'm not insincere.
I just don't care, that's all.

We dream that we're all different. The reality is that we're all not.

Huang Sung turned to the master and asked, "Master, will it come to pass?"
The master looked up into the sky and then turned to Huang Sung, "When the sky is red from our tears and the earth is blackened by the ashes of our forefathers and then, when we look inwards to where our hearts once were, then we shall know that it has come to pass, but not in the time allotted to man."
From a book that I am writing, called, "The Teachings of Huang Sung.

To stand on a mountain top, you must first create the mountain.