Do Ye Not Comprehend That We Are

There Sighs, Lamentations And Loud Wailings Resounded Through The Starless Air, So That At First It Made Me Weep; Strange Tongues, Horrible Language, Words Of Pain, Tones Of Anger, Voices Loud And Hoarse, And With These The Sound Of Hands, Made A Tumult Which Is Whirling Through That Air Forever Dark, And Sand Eddies In A Whirlwind.

All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here!

Do Ye Not Comprehend That We Are Worms Born To Bring Forth The Angelic Butterfly That Flieth Unto Judgment Without Screen?

The More A Thing Is Perfect, The More It Feels Pleasure And Likewise Pain.

Do Not Be Afraid; Our Fate Cannot Be Taken From Us; It Is A Gift.