Do Not Seek Death. Death

Never, For The Sake Of Peace And Quiet, Deny Your Own Experience Or Convictions.

Respect For The Word - To Employ It With Scrupulous Care And In Incorruptible Heartfelt Love Of Truth - Is Essential If There Is To Be Any Growth In A Society Or In The Human Race. To Misuse The Word Is To Show Contempt For Man. It Undermines The Bridges And Poisons The Wells. It Causes Man To Regress Down The Long Path Of His Evolution.

Do Not Seek Death. Death Will Find You. But Seek The Road Which Makes Death A Fulfillment.

Life Yields Only To The Conqueror. Never Accept What Can Be Gained By Giving In. You Will Be Living Off Stolen Goods, And Your Muscles Will Atrophy.

So Rests The Sky Against The Earth. The Dark Still Tarn In The Lap Of The Forest. As A Husband Embraces His Wife's Body In Faithful Tenderness, So The Bare Ground And Trees Are Embraced By The Still, High, Light Of The Morning. I Feel An Ache Of Longing To Share In This Embrace, To Be United And Absorbed. A Longing Like Carnal Desire, But Directed Towards Earth, Water, Sky, And Returned By The Whispers Of The Trees, The Fragrance Of The Soil, The Caresses Of The Wind, The Embrace Of Water And Light. Content? No, No, No - But Refreshed, Rested - While Waiting.