If Reason Dominates In Man, He Rises

What? Are You Still Pretending You Are Separate From The Beloved?

The Friend Who Knows A Lot More Than You Do Will Bring Difficulties, And Grief, And Sickness, As Medicine, As Happiness, As The Essence Of The Moment When You're Beaten When You Hear Checkmate, And Can Finally Say, I Trust You To Kill Me.

You Are More Valuable Than Both Heaven And Earth. What Else Can I Say? You Don’t Know Your Own Worth.

You Have Been Hiding So Long Aimlessly Drifting In The Sea Of My Love Even So You Have Always Been Connected To Me Connected, Revealed In The Known In The Unmanifest I Am Life Itself

You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.