Some Folks' Tongues Are Like The Clocks

Effective Magic Is Transcendent Nature.

Much Of Our Waking Experience Is But A Dream In The Daylight.

Nature Repairs Her Ravages, But Not All. The Uptorn Trees Are Not Rooted Again; The Parted Hills Are Left Scarred; If There Is A New Growth, The Trees Are Not The Same As The Old, And The Hills Underneath Their Green Vesture Bear The Marks Of The Past Rending. To The Eyes That Have Dwelt On The Past, There Is No Thorough Repair.

Life Would Be No Better Than Candlelight Tinsel And Daylight Rubbish If Our Spirits Were Not Touched By What Has Been.

Melodies Die Out, Like The Pipe Of Pan, With The Ears That Love Them And Listen For Them.