Eat Of My Deep Earth, Drink Of

The World Is Simple, I Think, In Its Essence. Life, Death, Love, Hate. Desire, Fulfillment. Magic.

As For Me, I Had Found Love, And That Was A Gift Worth Suffering For.

Your Actions Are Your Own. Your Choices Are Your Own. Each Of Us Carries A Burden Of Guilt For Decisions Made Or Not Made. You Can Let That Rule Your Whole Life Or You Can Put It Behind You And Move On. Only A Madman Lets Jealousy Determine The Course Of His Existence. Only A Weak Man Blames Others For His Own Errors.

Our Strength Comes From That Magic, From The Earth And The Sky, From The Fire And The Water. Fly High, Swim Deep, Give Back To The Earth What She Gives You.

Hope Is Such A Tenuous Quality. To Feel It And Then To Be Denied What One Most Longs For ... Better, Surely, Not To Hope At All, Than To Open The Heart To A Hope That Is Impossible.