The Flesh Is The Upper Surface Of

Smallness In A Great Man Seems Smaller By Its Disproportion With All The Rest.

O Darkness, The Sky Is A Gloomy Precinct Whose Door You Close, And Whose Key The Soul Owns; And Night Divides Itself In Half, Being Diabolical And Holy, Between Ilis, The Black Angel, And Christ, The Starry Human Being.

At The Shrine Of Friendship Never Say Die, Let The Wine Of Friendship Never Run Dry

The World Is The Expanding Greece And Greece Is The Shrinking World.

The Reduction Of The Universe To The Compass Of A Single Being, And The Extension Of A Single Being Until It Reaches God - That Is Love. Love Is The Salute Of The Angels To The Stars. How Sad Is The Heart When Rendered Sad By Love! How Great Is The Void Created By The Absence Of The Being Who Alone Fills The World.