The sea I'm sailing to has never been crossed before.
Minerva inspires me.
Appolo leads me while the nine muses point to the Bear
   

       

           from Dante´s Paradiso canto II

"there is nothing you can see that is not a flower;

      there is nothing you can think that is not the moon"
                                                            Matsuo Basho

they make dreams in which they do not believe in

how strange indeed

to dream, but not believe in your own dreams

I stood at the brink of a golden abyss, 

where neither words nor reason could help me to survive in case of falling. 

The net of love would maybe catch me (but it was also love that brought me there!)

but it would though hold me away from the calling depths of the Inscrutable, 

which I could only reach in the deepest and emptiest Silence.

Will, Fate, accidental good or bad Luck

Depending on which rules... the measure of Freedom

How is it possible that not all have the wish to be free?

Not all have the courage to live towards freedom

This phrase appears often in a japanese tea-room:

buji-kore-kinin

The noble one is he who does not strive and therefore lives simply

...towards a sane insanity...