Be Like The Flower, Turn Your Faces

Faith Is A Knowledge Within The Heart, Beyond The Reach Of Proof.

And Some Of Your Elders Remember Pleasures With Regret Like Wrongs Committed In Drunkenness. But Regret Is The Beclouding Of The Mind And Not Its Chastisement. They Should Remember Their Pleasures With Gratitude, As They Would The Harvest Of A Summer.

This For God And This For Myself; This For My Soul, And This Other For My Body?

And Your Fragrance Shall Be My Breath, And Together We Shall Rejoice Through All The Seasons.

Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is A Part Of My Pain.