Every perfect traveler always creates the country where he travels. Nikos Kazantzakis countrycreateperfect Change image and share on social
The human soul is heavy, clumsy, held in the mud of the flesh. Its perceptions are still coarse and brutish. It can divine nothing clearly, nothing with certainty. Nikos Kazantzakis brutishcertaintyclumsy Change image and share on social
