They Give That They May Live, For

I Had A Second Birth When My Soul And My Body Loved One Another And Were Married.

The Mute Grain Turns To Love Songs When Swallowed By The Nightingale.

Knowledge Cultivates Your Seeds And Does Not Sow In Your Seeds.

Time Has Been Transformed, And We Have Changed; It Has Advanced And Set Us In Motion; It Has Unveiled Its Face, Inspiring Us With Bewilderment And Exhilaration.

Love Possesses Not Nor Will It Be Possessed, For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.