Thus Men Forgot That All Deities Reside

When The Stars Threw Down Their Spears, And Watered Heaven With Their Tears, Did He Smile His Work To See? Did He Who Made The Lamb Make Thee?

If The Sun And Moon Should Ever Doubt, They'd Immediately Go Out.

Bring Me My Bow Of Burning Gold: Bring Me My Arrows Of Desire: Bring Me My Spear: O Clouds, Unfold! Bring Me My Chariot Of Fire.

Nothing Is Real Beyond Imaginative Patterns Men Make Of Reality.

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