A Fall From The Third

There Was A Language In The World That Everyone Understood, A Language The Boy Had Used Throughout The Time That He Was Trying To Improve Things At The Shop. It Was The Language Of Enthusiasm, Of Things Accomplished With Love And Purpose, And As Part Of A Search For Something Believed In And Desired.

Treasure Is Uncovered By The Force Of Flowing Water, And It Is Buried By The Same Currents.

Suffering Comes From Desire, Not From Pain.

People Never Leave, We Are Always Here In Our Past And Future Lives.

Blessed Are Those Who Do Not Fear Solitude, Who Are Not Afraid Of Their Own Company, Who Are Not Always Desperately Looking For Something To Do, Something To Amuse Themselves With, Something To Judge.