Love Is Reducing The Universe

Nothing Can Be Sadder Or More Profound Than To See A Thousand Things For The First And Last Time. To Journey Is To Be Born And Die Each Minute...all The Elements Of Life Are In Constant Flight From Us, With Darkness And Clarity Intermingled, The Vision And The Eclipse; We Look And Hasten, Reaching Out Our Hands To Clutch; Every Happening Is A Bend In The Road...and Suddenly We Have Grown Old. We Have A Sense Of Shock And Gathering Darkness; Ahead Is A Black Doorway; The Life That Bore Us Is A Flagging Horse, And A Veiled Stranger Is Waiting In The Shadows To Unharness Us.

The Guilty One Is Not He Who Commits The Sin, But He Who Causes The Darkness.

The Wicked Envy And Hate; It Is Their Way Of Admiring.

There Is In Every Village A Torch - The Teacher; And An Extinguisher - The Priest.

The Clouds, - The Only Birds That Never Sleep.