In The Darkest Night To Be Certain

A Religious Man Is A Person... Whose Greatest Passion Is Compassion.

To Become Aware Of The Ineffable Is To Part Company With Words...the Tangent To The Curve Of Human Experience Lies Beyond The Limits Of Language. The World Of Things We Perceive Is But A Veil. It’s Flutter Is Music, Its Ornament Science, But What It Conceals Is Inscrutable. It’s Silence Remains Unbroken; No Words Can Carry It Away. Sometimes We Wish The World Could Cry And Tell Us About That Which Made It Pregnant With Fear--filling Grandeur. Sometimes We Wish Our Own Heart Would Speak Of That Which Made It Heavy With Wonder.

When Religion Speaks Only In The Name Of Authority Rather Than With The Voice Of Compassion, Its Message Becomes Meaningless.

Man Is A Messenger Who Forgot The Message.

Feel In The Rush Of The Passing The Stillness Of The Eternal