Such Phantom Blossoms Palely Shining Over The

Work For Your Own Soul's Sake.

Such Phantom Blossoms Palely Shining Over The Lifeless Boughs Of Time.

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!

To Put Meaning In One's Life May End In Madness, But Life Without Meaning Is The Torture Of Restlessness And Vague Desire-it Is A Boat Longing For The Sea And Yet Afraid.

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