If My Survival Caused Another To Perish,

Your Body Is The Harp Of The Soul.

In The Depth Of Your Hopes And Desires Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond.

He Who Has Not Looked On Sorrow Will Never See Joy. [for Without Sorrow How Would You Know What Joy Is? Contrast Provides Peceptive Clarity]

When You Reach The End Of What You Should Know, You Will Be At The Beginning Of What You Should Sense.

You May Chain My Hands, You May Shackle My Feet; You May Even Throw Me Into A Dark Prison; But You Shall Not Enslave My Thinking, Because It Is Free!