I Discovered The Secret Of

And Before My Soul Took Me To Task I Was Hard Of Hearing; I Heard Only Tumult And Uproar. But Now I Am All Ears Listening To The Silence And Its Choirs Singing The Hymns Of Time, Intoning The Praises Of The Firmament, Revealing The Secrets Of The Invisible.

We Are The Sons Of Sorrow; We Are The Poets And The Prophets And The Musicians.

You Are Good When You Strive To Give Of Yourself. Yet You Are Not Evil When You Seek Gain For Yourself. For When You Strive For Gain You Are But A Root That Clings To The Earth And Sucks At Her Breast. Surely The Fruit Cannot Say To The Root, 'be Like Me, Ripe And Full And Ever Giving Of Your Abundance.' For To The Fruit Giving Is A Need As Receiving Is A Need To The Root.

The Deeper That Sorrow Carves Into Your Being, The More Joy You Can Contain.

One Day You Will Ask Me Which Is More Important? My Life Or Yours? I Will Say Mine And You Will Walk Away Not Knowing That You Are My Life.