Poets And Artists Who Speak Of The

The Seat Of The Soul Is Where The Inner World And The Outer World Meet.

Every Act Has Both Good And Evil Results. The Best We Can Do Is Lean To The Light.

All The Gods, All The Heavens, All The Hells, Are Within You.

No Tribal Rite Has Yet Been Recorded Which Attempts To Keep Winter From Descending; On The Contrary: The Rites All Prepare The Community To Endure, Together With The Rest Of Nature, The Season Of The Terrible Cold.

Life Is Without Meaning. You Bring The Meaning To It. The Meaning Of Life Is Whatever You Ascribe It To Be. Being Alive Is The Meaning.