All The Tears Women Shed, They Leave

A Friend Of Ours Has A Hobby Doing Genealogy, And We Found Out That We Were Cousins In The Ninth Degree, That We Had A Common Ancestor On The Mayflower.

And So, Perhaps, The Truth Winds Somewhere Between The Road To Glastonbury, Isle Of The Priests, And The Road To Avalon, Lost Forever In The Mists Of The Summer Sea.

... But I Believe The Divine Ones Will Send Other Great Masters To Preach The Truth To Mankind, And That Mankind Will Always Receive Them With The Cross And The Fire And The Stones

Light Flared Through Every Limb, A Force Far Too Great To Be Contained In Any Human Frame; But For That Moment She Was The Great Mother, Giving Birth To The World.

Never Name The Well From Which You Will Not Drink.