You worship the master while I worship them that serve. You worship the heaven while I worship the temple of the mind. Call me psycho, call me an atheist, It means nothing, nothing to me at all. There is nothing in the heaven everything is in the mind. Thoughts swim and dance and sing for life; they want to live a life. But if it be natural to die - they die, And if it be natural to survive - they survive. But, my dear friend - excuse me for interrupting you, after all, if you think that everything is in the heaven then you haven't tasted the nectar of love.
