Darkness Is Dawn Not Yet Born.

For That Which Is Boundless In You Abides In The Mansion Of The Sky, Whose Door Is The Morning Mist, And Whose Windows Are The Songs And The Silences Of Night.

There Is A Desire Deep Within The Soul Which Drives Man From The Seen To The Unseen, To Philosophy And To The Divine.

Strange That We All Defend Our Wrongs With More Vigor Than We Do Our Rights.

For What Is Evil But Good Tortured By Its Own Hunger And Thirst?

You Are Good When You Are One With Yourself. Yet When You Are Not One With Yourself You Are Not Evil. For A Divided House Is Not A Den Of Thieves; It Is Only A Divided House. And A Ship Without Rudder May Wander Aimlessly Among Perilous Isles Yet Sink Not To The Bottom.