Behind The Veil Of Each Night, There

You Hate Jesus Because Someone From The North Country Said He Was The Son Of God. But You Hate One Another Because Each Of You Deems Himself Too Great To Be The Brother Of The Next Man.

Who Can Depart From His Pain And Aloneness Without Regret? Too Many Fragments Of The Spirit Have I Scattered In These Streets, And Too Many Are The Children Of My Longing That Walk Naked Among These Hills, And I Cannot Withdraw From Them Without A Burden And An Ache. It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, Bit A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands... Yet I Cannot Tarry Longer.

And If You Would Know God, Be Not Therefore A Solver Of Riddles. Rather Look About You And You Shall See Him Playing With Your Children.

You Have Been Told That, Even Like A Chain, You Are As Weak As Your Weakest Link. This Is But Half The Truth. You Are Also As Strong As Your Strongest Link. To Measure You By Your Smallest Deed Is To Reckon The Power Of Ocean By The Frailty Of Its Foam. To Judge You By Your Failures Is To Cast Blame Upon The Seasons For Their Inconstancy.

Love Is The Veil Between Lover And Lover.