Where I was born was a planet Round as an orange As I sit in front of a rectangular window Staring into the flurry of sunlight Pouring...

Sitting on a bench in my made-in-China and Japanese-designed sweater, I feel like a troubled monk. All my senses are still functioning ...

What lasts in this world when nothing lasts at all? Does it seem strange to think that one needs more than passion to survive the...

I was trained to care and not to care about certain things in the world And they call that —Knowledge.