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In The House Of Lovers, The Music Never Stops, The Walls Are Made Of Songs & The Floor Dances

There Is Another Language Beyond Language, Another Place Beyond Heaven And Hell. Precious Gems Come From Another Mine, The Heart Draws Light From Another Source.

A Man Or A Woman Is Said To Be Absorbed When The Water Has Total Control Of Him, And He No Control Of The Water. A Swimmer Moves Around Willfully. An Absorbed Being Has No Will But The Water's Going. Any Word Or Act Is Not Really Personal, But The Way The Water Has Of Speaking Or Doing. As When You Hear A Voice Coming Out Of A Wall, And You Know That It's Not The Wall Talking, But Someone Inside, Or Perhaps Someone Outside Echoing Off The Wall. Saints Are Like That. They've Achieved The Condition Of A Wall, Or A Door.

Creatures Are Cups. The Sciences And The Arts And All Branches Of Knowledge Are Inscriptions Around The Outside Of The Cups. When A Cup Shatters, The Writing Can No Longer Be Read. The Wine's The Thing! The Wine That's Held In The Mold Of These Physical Cups. Drink The Wine And Know What Lasts And What To Love. The Man Who Truly Asks Must Be Sure Of Two Things: One, That He's Mistaken In What He's Doing Or Thinking Now. And Two, That There Is A Wisdom He Doesn't Know Yet. Asking Is Half Of Knowing.

There's A Path From Your Heart To Mine.