where is the beginning...where is the end?who can measure the margin between right and wrong?how can you tell the exact moment when nights turn into days?how can one be sure of the border between love and hate?
like a circle, there's no beginning, there's no end...what seems right may turn out to be wrong...the winter days are dark and the summer nights are light...there's no love without hate, therefore they're one!
there may not be an answer to a question...the question may be the answer in itself...forever searching for a destination not realising it's right where you're standing...all the complications are infact simplifications in disguise...
