Reason Without Learning Is Like The Untilled

Strange That We All Defend Our Wrongs With More Vigor Than We Do Our Rights.

You Progress Not Through What Has Been Done, But Reaching Towards What Has Yet To Be Done.

A Word I Want To See Written On My Grave: I Am Alive Like You, And I Am Standing Beside You. Close Your Eyes And Look Around, You Will See Me In Front Of You.

Like Sheaves Of Corn It Gathers You Unto Itself. It Threshes You To Make You Naked. It Sifts You To Free You From Your Husks. It Grinds You To Whiteness. It Kneads You Until You Are Pliant. And Then It Assigns You To Its Sacred Fire, That You May Become Sacred Bread For God's Sacred Feast. All These Things Shall Love Do Unto You That You May Know The Secrets Of Your Heart, And In That Knowledge Become A Fragment Of Life's Heart.

Love Possesses Not Nor Will It Be Possessed, For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.