Time and space are on top of each other. Wisdom is a gate, but the handle is too high to reach. Fate is a suggestion box without a slot in it. I think, therefore it's time for lunch. Things need to be washed and ironed now and then.
Truth is the sound of one frog croaking.
Remain on good terms with all contradictions. Frog is the measure of all things. To be and to be perceived by a frog are the same and different. Simultaneous things eventually happen at the same time. Space is bigger than most of the things in it.