All Language Is A Longing For Home.

The Desire To Know Your Own Soul Will End All Other Desires.

I Am An Ark In The Swift Flood Of Time, And My Companions, A Fellowship. Who Throws In With Us Sails Into Light.

I’ve Been Looking For A Long, Long Time, For This Thing Called Love, I’ve Ridden Comets Across The Sky, And I’ve Looked Below And Above. Then One Day I Looked Inside Myself, And This Is What I Found, A Golden Sun Residing There, Beaming Forth God’s Light And Sound.

Who Gets Up Early To Discover The Moment Light Begins?

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet, Through Love All That Is Copper Will Be Gold, Through Love All Dregs Will Become Wine, Through Love All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.