A Man May Be In As Just

Light Is But The Shadow Of God.

Life Is A Pure Flame And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.

Now With My Friend I Desire Not To Share Or Participate, But To Engross His Sorrows, That, By Making Them Mine Own, I May More Easily Discuss Them; For In Mine Own Reason, And Within Myself, I Can Command That Which I Cannot Entreat Without Myself, And Within The Circle Of Another.

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.

All Things Are Artificial, For Nature Is The Art Of God.