To Live For A Time Close To

And Where The Deepest Current Crawls/ Like Thistledown The Dainty Fly Falls./ Then From The Depths A Silver Gleam/ Quick Flashes, Like A Jewel Bright./ Up Through The Waters Of The Stream/ An Instant Visible To Sight/ As Lightning Cleaves To Sombre Sky/ A Rainbow Rises To The Fly.

The Robe Of Flesh Wears Thin, And With The Years God Shines Through All Things.

The Vows We Take In The Holy Place Bind Us Till We Are Purged Of Them At Inanda's Kraal. Till Then No Blood Must Be Shed And No Flesh Eaten. It Was The Fashion Of Our Forefathers.

Without Humility There Can Be No Humanity.

We Can Pay Our Debts To The Past By Putting The Future In Debt To Ourselves.