Why, A Moral Truth Is A Hollow

To Love Is To Find Your Own Soul Through The Soul Of The Beloved One.

The Mind Sees The World As A Thing Apart, And The Soul Makes The World At One With Itself. A Mirror Scratched Reflects No Image— And This Is The Silence Of Wisdom.

The Soul Of The River Had Entered My Soul, And The Gathered Power Of My Soul Was Moving So Swiftly, It Seemed To Be At Rest Under Cities Of Cloud And Under Spheres Of Silver And Changing Worlds Until I Saw A Flash Of Trumpets Above The Battlements Over Time!

There Is No Marriage In Heaven, But There Is Love.

What Is This I Hear Of Sorrow And Weariness, Anger, Discontent And Drooping Hopes? Degenerate Sons And Daughters, Life Is Too Strong For You— It Takes Life To Love Life.