There are no limits, only barriers: walls that we must climb, or pass through, or be buried under. There are no ends, only changes in our path and place, nothing to fear, except regret.
In all things, truth and will take their places, and forge from them what must be and what is forgotten. And in these things, above all, to thy known self be true, for that truth is the one that defines all others in your life.
For each thing, there is its opposite; one cannot exist without the other. Between them we must choose, and in doing so, define the edges of our world. For what we see are merely Shadows, what we feel echoes of Being, what we know merely wanderings of the Mind looking inward at itself.
And in knowing, and being, and doing, shall we forge the world we wish
to hold, cast the frame that fills our view, and light the path that we
choose to walk each day, for ourselves alone.