Come Live, And Be Merry, And Join

You Throw The Sand Against The Wind And The Wind Blows It Back Again.

Like A Fiend In A Cloud, With Howling Woe, After Night I Do Crowd, And With Night Will Go; I Turn My Back To The East, From Whence Comforts Have Increased; For Light Doth Seize My Brain With Frantic Pain.

Error Is Created; Truth Is Eternal.

He Who Sees The Infinite In All Things Sees God.

If The Doors Of Perception Were Cleansed Everything Would Appear To Man As It Is, Infinite.