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To Love Is To Find Your Own Soul Through The Soul Of The Beloved One.

The Tongue May Be An Unruly Member-- But Silence Poisons The Soul.

To Put Meaning In One's Life May End In Madness, But Life Without Meaning Is The Torture Of Restlessness And Vague Desire-it Is A Boat Longing For The Sea And Yet Afraid.

The Soul Of The River Had Entered My Soul, And The Gathered Power Of My Soul Was Moving So Swiftly, It Seemed To Be At Rest Under Cities Of Cloud And Under Spheres Of Silver And Changing Worlds Until I Saw A Flash Of Trumpets Above The Battlements Over Time!

The Mind Sees The World As A Thing Apart, And The Soul Makes The World At One With Itself. A Mirror Scratched Reflects No Image— And This Is The Silence Of Wisdom.