The Human Soul Is Heavy, Clumsy, Held

All Those Who Actually Live The Mysteries Of Life Haven't The Time To Write, And All Those Who Have The Time Don't Live Them! D'you See?

You Can Knock On A Deaf Man's Door Forever.

We Have Our Brush And Colors - Paint Paradise And In We Go.

Man Hurries, God Does Not. That Is Why Man's Works Are Uncertain And Maimed, While God's Are Flawless And Sure. My Eyes Welling With Tears, I Vowed Never To Transgress This Eternal Law Again. Like A Tree I Would Be Blasted By Wind, Struck By Sun And Rain, And Would Wait With Confidence; The Long-desired Hour Of Flowering And Fruit Would Come.

I Said To The Almond Tree, 'sister, Speak To Me Of God.' And The Almond Tree Blossomed.