I Am In You And You In

When The Doors Of Perception Are Cleansed, Men Will See Things As They Truly Are, Infinite.

The Countless Gold Of A Merry Heart, The Rubies And Pearls Of A Loving Eye, The Indolent Never Can Bring To The Mart, Nor The Secret Hoard Up In His Treasury.

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

More! More! Is The Cry Of A Mistaken Soul.

Without Unceasing Practice Nothing Can Be Done. Practice Is Art. If You Leave Off You Are Lost.