I sat there patiently, calmly, waiting. Then came, intrusive thoughts. They came and went as they pleased, My mind was under attack.

What I learn about strength, is that we are not weak in face of difficult situations. We are weak when we face our greatest fears.

For me, beauty comes from things that have meaning. They are anything that upheld virtue, values, carry symbolism and inspire thoughts.

I've known Resistance all my life. Just like the natural forces of good and evil, the opposite force of our Calling, is Resistance.

Art tells stories that transcend the boundary of time and any human languages. It is the language of the soul.