It Is Medicine, Not Poison, I Offer

The Superstition In Which We Were Brought Up Never Loses Its Power Over Us, Even After We Understand It.

How Can Such Deep-imprinted Images Sleep In Us At Times, Till A Word, A Sound, Awake Them?

What Can The Creator See With Greater Pleasure Than A Happy Creature?

Absolute Truth Belongs To Thee Alone.

Joy Makes Us Giddy, Dizzy.