It Is Love That Holds Everything Together,

Everyone Has Been Made For Some Particular Work, And The Desire For That Work Has Been Put In Every Heart.

What The Sayer Of Praise Is Really Praising Is Himself, By Saying Implicitly, My Eyes Are Clear." Likewise, Someone Who Criticizes Is Criticizing Himself, Saying Implicitly, "i Can't See Very Well With My Eyes So Inflamed.

Enough Of Words. Come To Me Without A Sound.

Every Love Outside Of His Love, Is Pain.

My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I'm Sure Of That, And I Intend To End Up There.