Although I Studied Dante's Inferno As A

Nothing Is Hidden That Will Not Be Made Known; Nothing Is Secret That Will Not Come To Light.

From Santi's Earthly Tomb With Demon's Hole, 'cross Rome The Mystic Elements Unfold. The Path Of Light Is Laid, The Sacred Test, Let Angels Guide You On Your Lofty Quest.

She Saved My Life...and I’ve Ruined Hers. They Sat In Silence For A Full Minute, The Air Between Them Growing Heavy, As If They Both Wanted To Speak, And Yet Had Nothing To Say. They Were Strangers, After All, On A Brief And Bizarre Journey That Had Just Reached A Fork In The Road, Each Of Them Now Needing To Find Seperate Paths.

Madness Is The Who Staring Into The Abyss And Denying It Is There. Madness Is An Ostrich Who Sticks Her Head In The Sand While A Pack Of Hyenas Closes Around Her. - Lanky Man With Green Eyes

Mr. Langdon, I Did Not Ask If You Believe What Man Says About God. I Asked If You Believed In God. There Is A Difference. Holy Scripture Is Stories...legends And History Of Man's Quest To Understand His Own Need For Meaning. I Am Not Asking You To Pass Judgment On Literature. I Am Asking If You Believe In God. When You Lie Out Under The Stars, Do You Sense The Divine? Do You Feel In Your Gut That You Are Staring Up At The Work Of God's Hands?