Perhaps Time’s Definition Of Coal Is The

These Things He Said In Words. But Much In His Heart Remained Unsaid. For He Himself Could Not Speak His Deeper Secret.

If I Accept The Sunshine And Warmth, Then I Must Also Accept The Thunder And Lightning.

But Now I Have Learned To Listen To Silence. To Hear Its Choirs Singing The Song Of Ages, Chanting The Hymns Of Space, And Disclosing The Secrets Of Eternity.

This For God And This For Myself; This For My Soul, And This Other For My Body?

For What Is Evil But Good Tortured By Its Own Hunger And Thirst?