To Throw Oneself To The Side Of

By A Divine Paradox, Wherever There Is One Slave There Are Two

There Is No True Liberty For The Individual Except As He Finds It In The Liberty Of All. There Is No True Security For The Individual Except As He Finds It In The Security For All.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky Is A Place Of Central Calm.

I (god) Will Leave Man To Make The Fateful Guess, Will Leave Him Torn Between The No And Yes, Leave Him Unresting Till He Rests In Me, Drawn Upward By The Choice That Makes Him Free, Leave Him In Tragic Loneliness To Choose, With All In Life To Win Or All To Lose.

By A Divine Paradox, Wherever There Is One Slave There Are Two. So In The Wonderful Reciprocities Of Being, We Can Never Reach The Higher Levels Until All Our Fellows Ascend With Us.