He Who Makes His Law A Curse,

I Give You The End Of A Golden String, Only Wind It Into A Ball, It Will Lead You In At Heaven's Gate Built In Jerusalem's Wall.

You Throw The Sand Against The Wind And The Wind Blows It Back Again.

Kill Not The Moth Nor Butterfly, For The Last Judgement Draweth Nigh.

I Am In You And You In Me, Mutual In Divine Love.

The Imagination Is Not A State: It Is The Human Existence Itself.