In The Name Of The Bee And

You Cannot Put A Fire Out! A Thing That Can Ignite Can Go Itself- Without A Flame- E'en Through The Darkest Night!

I Would Like More Sisters, That The Taking Out Of One, Might Not Leave Such Stillness.

Does Not Eternity Appear Dreadful To You. I Often Get To Thinking Of It And It Seems So Dark To Me That I Almost Wish There Was No Eternity. To Think That We Must Forever Live And Never Cease To Be. It Seems As If Death Would Be A Relief To So Endless A State Of Existence.

Love Is Its Own Rescue; For We, At Our Supremest, Are But Its Trembling Emblems.

Home Is The Definition Of God.