I heard the beautiful call of the lesser cuckoo in the park.

He spoke about the Zen teaching of 'form is emptiness.'

It's better for him not to know the truth. After all, ignorance is bliss.

He is feigning ignorance about that problem.

He knows that pain through his own experience.

I have no way of knowing what he is thinking.

He is working hard to make his abilities known to the world.

In order to understand his feelings, I had a deep conversation with him.

God only knows what he is thinking.

He goes to that store frequently.