God Has Created Several Doors

And Is Not The Lute That Soothes Your Spirit The Very Wood That Was Hollowed With Knives?

Remember That Divinity Is The True Self Of Man. It Cannot Be Sold For Gold; Neither Can It Be Heaped Up As Are The Riches Of The World Today. The Rich Man Has Cast Off His Divinity, And Has Clung To His Gold. And The Young Today Have Forsaken Their Divinity And Pursue Self-indulgence And Pleasure.

Know, Therefore, That From The Greater Silence I Shall Return... Forget Not That I Shall Come Back To You... A Little While, A Moment Of Rest Upon The Wind, And Another Woman Shall Bear Me.

You May Give Them Your Love But Not Your Thoughts, For They Have Their Own Thoughts. You May House Their Bodies But Not Their Souls, For Their Souls Dwell In The House Of Tomorrow, Which You Cannot Visit, Not Even In Your Dreams.

And Now You Ask In Your Heart, ‘how Shall We Distinguish That Which Is Good In Pleasure From That Which Is Not Good?’ Go To Your Fields And Your Gardens, And You Shall Learn That It Is The Pleasure Of The Bee To Gather Honey Of The Flower, But It Is Also The Pleasure Of The Flower To Yield Its Honey To The Bee. For To The Bee A Flower Is A Fountain Of Life, And To The Flower A Bee Is A Messenger Of Love, And To Both, Bee And Flower, The Giving And The Receiving Of Pleasure Is A Need And An Ecstasy. * People Of Orphalese, Be In Your Pleasures Like The Flowers And The Bees.