I am unable to participate in the same teachings, lacking the necessary skill, the language they are speaking. I wait at home. I continue reading. The dialogue between student and teacher is yet achieved but remains intriguing. I aspire to teach and speak through desire, to inspire an attempt to climb higher and higher. My philosophy is not to find answers but to move forwards, backwards, through questions, reflecting a movement never captured.
Answers have no literal value; there are no answers in truth; reflection lights the fire. Everything between what we read and write, speak and hear, is dialogue at play. Every new day is deceiving, the same opportunity but with new thoughts we try to persuade. We find our way through the game and are often led astray, but when we return, we bring back the will to stay.