Can We Unite Against Ourselves For Our

My Fate Cannot Be Mastered; It Can Only Be Collaborated With And Thereby, To Some Extent, Directed. Nor Am I The Captain Of My Soul; I Am Only Its Noisiest Passenger.

The World Is An Illusion, But An Illusion Which We Must Take Seriously.

I Am I, And I Wish I Weren't.

Blood Of The World, Time Staunchless Flows; The Wound Is Mortal And Is Mine.

Uncontrolled, The Hunger And Thirst After God May Become An Obstacle, Cutting Off The Soul From What It Desires. If A Man Would Travel Far Along The Mystic Road, He Must Learn To Desire God Intensely But In Stillness, Passively And Yet With All His Heart And Mind And Strength.