We Are Limited, Not By Our Abilities,

And You Would Accept The Seasons Of Your Heart Just As You Have Always Accepted That Seasons Pass Over Your Fields And You Would Watch With Serenity Through The Winters Of Your Grief.

How Distant I Am From People When I Am With Them, And How Close When They Are Far Away.

Love Is A Gracious Host To His Guests Though To The Unbidden His House Is A Mirage And A Mockery.

Coming Generations Will Learn Equality From Poverty, And Love From Woes.

Art Is A Step From What Is Obvious And Well-known Toward What Is Arcane And Concealed.