At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing

The Thing That Is Incredible Is Life Itself.

Bowed By The Weight Of Centuries He Leans Upon His Hoe And Gazes On The Ground, The Emptiness Of Ages In His Face, And On His Back The Burden Of The World.

Three Were The Fates. Poverty That Chains; Gray Drudgery That Grinds The Hope Away, And Gaping Ignorance That Starves The Soul.

By A Divine Paradox, Wherever There Is One Slave There Are Two. So In The Wonderful Reciprocities Of Being, We Can Never Reach The Higher Levels Until All Our Fellows Ascend With Us.

Here Is The Truth In A Little Creed, Enough For All The Roads We Go: In Love Is All The Law We Need, In Christ Is All The God We Know.