Life Unfolds Itself In Mysteries Ways.

Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is A Part Of My Pain.

For The Breath Of Life Is In The Sunlight And The Hand Of Life Is In The Wind.

Knowledge Of The Self Is The Mother Of All Knowledge. So It Is Incumbent On Me To Know My Self, To Know It Completely, To Know Its Minutiae, Its Characteristics, Its Subtleties, And Its Very Atoms.

For That Which Is Boundless In You Abides In The Mansion Of The Sky, Whose Door Is The Morning Mist, And Whose Windows Are The Songs And The Silences Of Night.

And God Said, Love Your Enemy, & I Obeyed Him & Loved Myself.