Time Always Seems Long To The Child

This Accidental Meeting Of Possibilities Calls Itself I. I Ask: What Am I Doing Here? And, At Once, This I Becomes Unreal.

Each Day The First Day: Each Day A Life.

In A Dream I Walked With God Through The Deep Places Of Creation; Past Walls That Receded And Gates That Opened Through Hall After Hall Of Silence, Darkness And Refreshment--the Dwelling Place Of Souls Acquainted With Light And Warmth--until, Around Me, Was An Infinity Into Which We All Flowed Together And Lived Anew, Like The Rings Made By Raindrops Falling Upon Wide Expanses Of Calm Dark Waters.

There Is A Point At Which Everything Becomes Simple And There Is No Longer Any Question Of Choice, Because All You Have Staked Will Be Lost If You Look Back. Life's Point Of No Return.

The Assembly Has Witnessed Over The Last Weeks How Historical Truth Is Established; Once An Allegation Has Been Repeated A Few Times, It Is No Longer An Allegation, It Is An Established Fact, Even If No Evidence Has Been Brought Out In Order To Support It.