The Truth Thy Speech Doth

No Man May Be So Cursed By Priest Or Pope But What The Eternal Love May Still Return While Any Thread Of Green Lives On In Hope.

I Saw Within Its Depth How It Conceives All Things In A Single Volume Bound By Love Of Which The Universe Is The Scattered Leaves.

Everywhere Is Here And Every When Is Now.

In His Will, Our Peace.

At This High Moment, Ability Failed My Capacity To Describe.