All Things Are Poisons, For There Is

The Art Of Medicine Has Its Roots In The Heart.

Thoughts Give Birth To A Creative Force That Is Neither Elemental Nor Sidereal. Thoughts Create A New Heaven, A New Firmament, A New Source Of Energy, From Which New Arts Flow. When A Man Undertakes To Create Something, He Establishes A New Heaven.

When A Man Undertakes To Create Something, He Establishes A New Heaven, As It Were, And From It The Work That He Desires To Create Flows Into Him... For Such Is The Immensity Of Man That He Is Greater Than Heaven And Earth.

However, Anyone To Whom This Happens Should Not Leave His Room Upon Awakening, Should Speak To No-one, But Remain Alone And Sober Until Everything Comes Back To Him, And He Recalls The Dream.

All Things Are Poisons. It Is Simply The Dose That Distinguishes Between A Poison And A Remedy.