Çekmekeş
"At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. My ambition has been growing steadily ever since."

Salvador Dali

Falt
So tell me, how did you end up on this beach? Tell me with all the details, though. No need to rush. After all, we're here for a lifetime.

Bluden
We put away the things we don't want to see. As we tuck them in around, they increase in number day by day. Sometime later, we notice that our minds had become a garbage house. We dig it; get rid of some of the mess, keep some of it, scatter everything all around and try reorganizing them again. When our minds are ready to be used again, we start over and do the same things in the same order.

Murat Birsen

Gehoorzaam
Religion is regarded by the common people as true, by the wise as false, and by rulers as useful.

Seneca

Connection
"Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them do not. Miss them do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed, that is."

YODA, Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith

Glavelt
So tell me, how did you end up on this beach? Tell me with all the details, though. No need to rush. After all, we're here for a lifetime.

Kern
"Perhaps we are too sparing in the expenditure of our feelings. We live a great deal in our thoughts, and that spoils us to a certain extent. We estimate, but we don't feel."

Maxim Gorky, Mother

Neighbours
Though humans share similar architectural spaces, they roam through completely different dimensions internally. What proves to be difficult here is not living with humans but understanding them.

Shutterism
"Well, there is a difference between an artist and an artisan... But they do have two significant common grounds: Passion and labor... Is it only the 'bread and butter' what brings a carpenter or a sculptor with over 40 years of experience, to the counter? Or is it the peace or joy he feels after treating his work with his labor passionately? How precious must his simple, wooden-handled hammer on his counter be for him? Though there surely are many of them in his drawer, it feels that he would not be able to do anything else than looking for where that one could be. This counts for everyone competent in his profession. That hammer, that keyboard, that camera, that scissor, that brush, that spatula, those eyeglasses... they all signify the world of objects of the labor, passion, success, money for a living, and years dedicated to the profession."

Murat Birsen

Sonra
"Societies, who do not understand that the world is one and only piece and exalt nationalism, borders, military will go on killing and dying and will never find peace..."

Şevki Orhan

Wired Duo
"Light pains are repressed; great pains are mute."

Seneca

Old Biker
"As a kid I had a dream; I wanted to own my own bicycle. When I got the bike I must have been the happiest boy in Liverpool, maybe the world. I lived for that bike. Most kids left their bike in the backyard at night. Not me. I insisted on taking mine indoors and the first night I even kept it in my bed."

John Lennon

Sakinlik
"When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore."

Tom Stoppard

Zig Zag Stone Stand
"Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself."

G. B. Shaw

Toteriv
I took the 04.45 PM boat and crossed the other dimension.

Odim
There's no one to keep away from on this endless plane; he is close to merely his own foot prints and shadow. Each step he takes shows both where he's getting to and where he's getting away from. His direction expresses his beliefs, his eyes his perspective and his footprints his past. Every step is a link in the chain, every step is a move. He started with one step, migrated with one and returned with another. Taking a step is making a move. He stepped on the street with one step, caught up with one and changed the world with another. A step, a progress... This long walk, this quest is not going to end even when civilization reaches its peak. As he looks at his own trail, his shadow speaks: Where are we going?