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Much Of Your Pain Is The Bitter Potion By Which The Physician Within You Heals Your Sick Self.

Am I A Harp That The Hand Of The Mighty May Touch Me, Or A Flute That His Breath May Pass Through Me? A Seeker Of Silences Am I, And What Treasure Have I Found In Silences That I May Dispense With Confidence?

Every Man Is Two Men; One Is Awake In The Darkness, The Other Asleep In The Light.

Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness...just As Strings Of A Lute Dance Alone Though They Quiver With The Same Music.

Many Are The Fools Who Say That Jesus Stood In His Own Path And Opposed Himself; That He Knew Not His Own Mind, And In The Absence Of That Knowledge Confounded Himself.