As We Are, So We See.

If You Trap The Moment Before It's Ripe, The Tears Of Repentence You'll Certainly Wipe; But If Once You Let The Ripe Moment Go You Can Never Wipe Off The Tears Of Woe.

The Ancient Poets Animated All Sensible Objects With Gods Or Geniuses, Calling Them By The Names And Adorning Them With The Properties Of Woods, Rivers, Mountains, Lakes, Cities, Nations, And Whatever Their Enlarged & Numerous Senses Could Perceive.

When The Doors Of Perception Are Cleansed, Men Will See Things As They Truly Are, Infinite.

Some Are Born To Sweet Delight, Some Are Born To Endless Night.

You Become What You Behold.