By What Men Think, We Create The

Knowledge Was Like A Mouthful Of Dust.

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.

I Know All About Endings. It Is Beginnings That Elude Me.

There Is No Such Thing As A True Tale. Truth Has Many Faces And The Truth Is Like To The Old Road To Avalon; It Depends On Your Own Will, And Your Own Thoughts, Whither The Road Will Take You.

By What Men Think, We Create The World Around Us, Daily New.