We Are All Prisoners But Some Of

Beauty Is That Which Attracts Your Soul, And That Which Loves To Give And Not To Receive.

It Is Only When You Are Pursued That You Become Swift.

For This I Bless You Most. You Give Much And Know Not That You Give At All.

Observe The Wonders As They Occur Around You. Don't Claim Them. Feel The Artistry Moving Through And Be Silent.

When You Have Solved All The Mysteries Of Life You Long For Death, For It Is But Another Mystery Of Life.