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No Mirror Ever Became Iron Again; No Bread Ever Became Wheat; No Ripened Grape Ever Became Sour Fruit. Mature Yourself And Be Secure From A Change For The Worse. Become The Light.

I Am Your Own Voice Echoing Off The Walls Of God

How Far Is The Light Of The Moon From The Moon? How Far Is The Taste Of Candy From The Lip?

Last Night My Teacher Taught Me The Lesson Of Poverty: Having Nothing And Wanting Nothing.

For Sixty Years I Have Been Forgetful Every Minute, But Not For A Second Has This Flowing Toward Me Stopped Or Slowed.