In The Desire Of The One To

They Are The Chosen Ones Who Have Surrendered ... Once They Were Particles Of Light Now They Are The Radiant Sun!

The World Is A Playground, And Death Is The Night.

There Is A Window From One Heart To Another Heart.

Beg Of God The Removal Of Envy, That God May Deliver You From Externals, And Bestow Upon You An Inward Occupation, Which Will Absorb You So That Your Attention Is Not Drawn Away.

There's No One With Intelligence In This Town Except That Man Over There Playing With The Children, The One Riding The Stick Horse. He Has Keen, Fiery Insight And Vast Dignity Like The Night Sky, But He Conceals It In The Madness Of Child's Play.